"So every time you hold me, hold me like this is the last time..."
Alicia Keys sang as Najla pinned up her hair in a chic bun... she was anxious... the moment she has been waiting for has finally come...
She picked a Silky Hermes scarf and wrapped her up-do, its shades of pink and off-white accentuated the darkness of her stray, fine hair strands.
"How many really...really know what love is?"
It was 10:07 already, his plane was supposed to arrive at least half an hour ago. Her heart throbbed harder as the seconds passed.
She ran downstairs to have a final check on the fancy meatloaf she has been trying to perfect even since Humood was gone. You see, Humood is a financial advisor and his clients were many banks that seem to need his brains more than anything in these dire times.
She straightened the unwrinkled table cloth, made sure all silverware and crystals were spick and span... she worried too much, but this time she ought to.
It wasn't usual of Humood not to be punctual or to not to call whenever he was stalled.
The hands of her Longines watch told it was 11:00. Jada, her Filipino made, asked for permission to go to sleep; it was getting late and she had heaps of work to do the next morning.
"What if something bad happenned to him?"
Her marble-soft cheeks were now covered with streams of smearing eyeliner. Rotana Aghani was on the LCD screen before her, and did a bad job calming her down.
"اون ورياح الليالي توني "
She breathed harder as she fought the urge to cry... The lyrics were daggers stabbing her slowly...
"الوقت جاير والليالي اسهرني... والحزن ما بين الضلوع متلاوي "
The phone finally rang, interrupting Abdu's sorrowful voice...it was Humood..
Najla: Hiiiii!!!
Humood: ahlain..
Najla: (interrupted) b3d 3omri! why aren't you home yet! ga3da a7ateek!
Humood: I'm at Doha airport right now and my flight was delayed, I'll be flying home tomorrow.
Ask Najeeb (the driver) to pick me up at 6 a.m.
Najla: okaaay(in a playful, sing-song tone)...miss you tara...
Humood: gotta go...bye.
She lay in her bed, her cold satin negligee hugging her warm, albeit lifeless body.
Does he miss me as much as I miss him?
Cannellonni melanchony
His crisp white linen shirt was damp against the chiseled manly chest of his, as he entered the semi-packed Italian restaurant.
Ushered to his seat, He gently patted his dewy forehead…the sun was unmerciful that day.
I wondered if he was a Scorpio; he must be, a man with a pair of those dark, mystifying pupils that seemed to pierce the menu he was browsing… with hurry… or maybe with just raw, rugged masculinity that inhibited his long fingers.
I tried to steal a few glimpses of the masterpiece-on-feet sitting before me. My chuncky bangles rattled as my hand slipped my Miu Miu sunglasses on, to offer me some comfort while savoring in my dish of Chicken cannelloni.
His smile to the waitress tenderly parted his raspberry lips, only to expose two lines of meticulously arranged teeth…Where those teeth real? Genuine? God-gifted? Or simply pop-on veneers that would conceal probable ugliness, probable incompetence, per se? Was he as real as those teeth were?
“A man like that can’t be ugly…”
He delved into his rather saucy dish of sun-dried tomato and basil pasta. His face oozed with delight after every bite.
It was easy to notice that behind his scrupulously shaped beard was a baby seeking joy at every occasion… His sculpted roman features enveloped a true, pure spirit, an aura that beamed, contouring his halo…..
That or I’m just playing shrink today…
A sheepish smile caressed his blushed cheeks, as he realized the darkness of his beard was tainted by a contrasting stark white stain of sauce…
I couldn't get enough of my cannelloni that day…
Ushered to his seat, He gently patted his dewy forehead…the sun was unmerciful that day.
I wondered if he was a Scorpio; he must be, a man with a pair of those dark, mystifying pupils that seemed to pierce the menu he was browsing… with hurry… or maybe with just raw, rugged masculinity that inhibited his long fingers.
I tried to steal a few glimpses of the masterpiece-on-feet sitting before me. My chuncky bangles rattled as my hand slipped my Miu Miu sunglasses on, to offer me some comfort while savoring in my dish of Chicken cannelloni.
His smile to the waitress tenderly parted his raspberry lips, only to expose two lines of meticulously arranged teeth…Where those teeth real? Genuine? God-gifted? Or simply pop-on veneers that would conceal probable ugliness, probable incompetence, per se? Was he as real as those teeth were?
“A man like that can’t be ugly…”
He delved into his rather saucy dish of sun-dried tomato and basil pasta. His face oozed with delight after every bite.
It was easy to notice that behind his scrupulously shaped beard was a baby seeking joy at every occasion… His sculpted roman features enveloped a true, pure spirit, an aura that beamed, contouring his halo…..
That or I’m just playing shrink today…
A sheepish smile caressed his blushed cheeks, as he realized the darkness of his beard was tainted by a contrasting stark white stain of sauce…
I couldn't get enough of my cannelloni that day…
~Cotton candy world~
Wonderful blend:
Spun sugar
Creamy vanilla
Notes of tender
Tender
Strawberries…
Lush raspberries…
Clean musk.
Lose yourself.
Be smart and anticipate.
-When in love-
And
Play your best.
Reach out:
And touch.
When challenged:
Recover!
Make it predictable,
And Keep it simple.
Lose yourself in the cotton candy.
Spun sugar
Creamy vanilla
Notes of tender
Tender
Strawberries…
Lush raspberries…
Clean musk.
Lose yourself.
Be smart and anticipate.
-When in love-
And
Play your best.
Reach out:
And touch.
When challenged:
Recover!
Make it predictable,
And Keep it simple.
Lose yourself in the cotton candy.
{Untamed...}
{Unshackled..}
Stallion in love with the lacey, timid dunes...
A falcon blazing the clouds,
In search of purity, tranquility;
The thirst of a lagoon...
{Untangled..}
Coy folds of Arabian curls,
Wrapped with unmerciful nights;
Harem curtains muffling holy sins,
At the birth of twilight…
{Unnamed...}
Golden temptations of anklets
Never cease to shine.
Sweet nothings of my ‘Oud
Eternally, eagerly chant,
Oh! so divine...
Stallion in love with the lacey, timid dunes...
A falcon blazing the clouds,
In search of purity, tranquility;
The thirst of a lagoon...
{Untangled..}
Coy folds of Arabian curls,
Wrapped with unmerciful nights;
Harem curtains muffling holy sins,
At the birth of twilight…
{Unnamed...}
Golden temptations of anklets
Never cease to shine.
Sweet nothings of my ‘Oud
Eternally, eagerly chant,
Oh! so divine...
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