It was a boring weekend. College work this and college work that. Id had enough. So, I thought: 'why not make a story.' Ull have to read between the lines to get to understand my feelings in the story, they are deep.
All u need to know is: I love Saudi Arabia to the MAX!!!
Ill post the story in bit by bit.....
ENJOY!!
Allah ma3akum.
psstt...its not the best, but....who cares!
The warm marble sends a sensational feeling through my blood. Yet, something deep down tells me its not ever lasting. I notice my mother is not by my side. Then, realize that this invitation is for me-alone.
I feel the warm air brush past my face. The birds are flying around the nightly sky singing sweet melodies to each other. They seem just as playfully proud as my heart.
I try to quicken my steps, but I feel a tug. I want to run, but again, I feel a tug. I am neither walking nor running. I look down at my legs. They are covered with my long black dress. I brought it especially for this invitation.
‘Why do you not move?’ No reply.
I look around; children playing, men bickering, and women chatting. Why not me?
I feel the tears well down my face. I feel the sorrow of not being close enough, over ride me once again.
‘I only want to come inside.
I only want to be closer.
I only want to say salaam.
I beg, let me in!’
I feel the grip let loose. Everything and everyone has become quiet. The birds have stopped singing, the men have stopped bickering, the children have stopped playing and the women have stopped chatting.
My feet now touch the clean carpet. I feel the welcoming fragrance yet I see no one around. I look behind and all I see are those I left outside.
I turn around again.
Only this time, I am…standing there!!!
Its shining so beautifully since the last time I saw it. Its radiant fragrance passes past me like a soft sheet of silk.
My eyes fill with tears.
‘Why did it take so long?
…….I have waited for so many; weeks, months and even years! Yet, look, my love is still strong for you.’
I hold my face in my hands. The tears wont stop and nor do the words of sorrow. I slowly begin to feel the warmth of being welcome. The tears of sorrow are now gone. The tears of joy are finally permitted to-drop.
My face is still in my hands;
‘I feel so happy being with you,
I feel so secure.
I knew deep down, that one day….one day you’d invite me.
Only, those days felt like years and those hours felt like months.’
My words begin to slow down; my body begins to feel a tug, the tug of sorrow, the one that haunts me when I feel far away form the Beloved of Allah .
I let loose my dreary hands. I look around and realize I am no longer sitting on the clean carpet but am circling the Ka’abah.
Last edited by Ameeratul Layl; 11-29-2005 at 09:33 AM.
it is realllllllllllllllllllllly great ,you are making me feel like going to make 3mra,God willing.where do you live there .........hahahah.
well done ,my dear.
it is realllllllllllllllllllllly great ,you are making me feel like going to make 3mra,God willing.where do you live there .........hahahah.
well done ,my dear.
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my dear brothers and sisters,
..aahh..but eating caterpillars???...:enough!:
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أم ذي عينين كبيرين 
صفية و عمر 
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