Beneath Guarded Hearts - 11

Previously…

3bdulla

After a little over 3 minutes, I heard the sweetest laughter cracking through the silence of the dark night, dancing its way into my ears like a melody… I found myself in the same state as the village people who had followed the Pied Piper when he played hypnotizing tunes, and my legs started moving towards the source of the beautiful harmony that sang out to me…

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3bdulla

            I wasn’t fully awake when I approached the kitchen. But the sweet laughter… I couldn’t resist it. I was afraid of what I might find, afraid that it was only a dream, and it would end soon and I would never hear this tune again. As I peeked my head halfway in, with my figure blended into the darkness, I caught my breath when I saw her.

I was speechless.

She wasn’t wearing wgayat-ha, she was… she was in… she was in her pjs! O.O

Allah ystir, yarab protect this innocent girl from me!

I just stared at her, taking in her skin tone, her relaxed posture, and, oh my God, her hair... Thick, long curls fell down her shoulders, the color of the midnight sky. I longed to comb each silky twirl with my fingers and push back the loose locks that fell over her face.

Her eyes had crescents of thick, long lashes, and my heart became serene at the sight of joy in the pinprick gleam of her alluring eyes. She wasn't saying anything, but she told me stories with her eyes, with each smile that stretched along her face.

I gasped when my gaze traced the slow flow of water droplets down her neck. I wanted to kiss the droplets dry until I felt her thudding pulse beneath my lips…

Me: "Take a good, long look 3bdulla. This is the last time you'll ever see her..."

Even as I whispered it to myself, my heart beat in ache and yearning. But it was time to ignore my heart. Because she can never know. I could never be that selfish. Not anymore.

I had applied to NYU and they accepted me, but I never planned to leave the country for my studies until now. It will be better this way. I'll get my mind off of her, and she'll have plenty of time to move on and... And find someone who...

Me: "Goodbye Asma..."

Asma: "Haah? Who's there? 3wash are you home?"

To be continued...