"I am engaged and this is why I've not been able to see you.
so hard to refuse that, in turn, I was slapped
He fumed with jealously having filled his heart an head.
Ill-luck, despair, and bitterness, all conspired! And
his vigorous manly passions gave no room to anything
else in the world but fight for her and take revenge
over those who had (and/or have) slapped and smacked
And , as
before, he asked: "In what capacity can I face it?!"
He didn't dare have a talk with his parents to ask for hand;
for he was still a high-school student, which should
mean that had to wait for a few years more to be able to
make proper decisions…
poco a poco began to suppress his anxieties and accept
the status quo.
he was invited to his granduncle’s wedding party.
Astounding, and unexpected! It was not a phantom!
There was sitting the queen of heart, his love , Mayyada, in
flesh and blood, his uncle's bride!!!!!
He was about to cry out: "This is my own sweetheart”…
He was on
the verge of leaving his seat to snatch her off his
uncle's hand ….
was more for retreat, yet heart broken!
bridegroom was his granduncle who used to love and honor
stopped considering his foolish ideas,
made his way out through the crowd, and returned
home desperately as if the whole world turned black…
noticed him as he was leaving and, suddenly, a glow
of fire filled her face, and tears filled her eyes.
And as days passed, during which Ma'moun had busied himself,
specially with his school assignments, not to mention
the voluntary extra work he asked for and indulged in,
his mother ( May God forgive her) asked him to go and
invite Mayyada to his youngest sister's birthday…
At the beginning he refused, but since his reasons were not
convincing enough, his mother insisted on his going. So
it was hard for him to anger her….
"Ma'moun?!!" said she in a whisper-like; the surprise
tied her tongue .
tongue got tied, too, upon seeing her.
lightning eyes were filled with love and amiability.
He could find no word to start with.
"Every bit of me aspires for holding you between my arms, dear
Mayyadah", said he in secrecy to himself.
And as if
she got the message telepathically, she whispered but,
likewise, to herself:
"Me, too, Ma'moun; every single cell of my body yearns for
every single cell of yours to get united. She continued
musing over her hidden feelings:
"I wish I
could you let in, Ma'moun, but a solid wall stands
between you and me."
added with a trembling voice:
sorry, Ma'moun, … can't… let…you in…"
inhibited, with difficulty, a teardrop that was to
convey his feelings..
He felt unable to make any comment; for it was quite sufficient
for a nod to be a sign that stood for what she had
remained looking into his eyes for long…
delved into her eyes for long…
sent me to invite you to…
instead of completing what he had just said, he ventured
considerable span of silence, she lifted her head.
cheeks were by then wet; she answered:
I've been forced to…"
"I've been no more than a commodity, now a second-hand, to be
rid off before getting too old!" she whispered to
added sarcastically within the same stream of
"I've been no more than a lamb who is fed, bred, and nurtured
in order to be slaughtered on the Sacrifice Feast.
added with audible whispers: “No, I’m not happy…
are aware, he’s quarter of a century older than me in
the least. He’s exactly of my father’s generation…
language of passions is lacking in his dictionary.
him, I’m no more than a maid in his house or a nurse
observing his medication times prescribed for
rheumatism, blood pressure and diabetes.
But he is
nice and generous, not to mention his high morals which
have made no room for grumbling or complaining.”
slightly nodded, and added:
he’s impotent, there is no hope of carrying a baby. “
eloquence failed him to sympathize with her the way it
ought to have been. He couldn’t express his sincere sad
feelings in any other way than saying:” I’m awfully
him no chance to continue, she suddenly asked:” Are you
prepared to marry me if I ask him to divorce me??! Or,
better phrased: do you still keep your love?”
courage and surprising stance, to tell the truth,
stunned him. He stammered before he could answer:
my uncle, Mayyada, my uncle who has been kind and
affectionate. I can’t hurt him. I dare not befall him
any wrong doing.”
seriousness and pragmatism seemed to have the upper hand
in the debate:
he to lose if you marry me after I get his divorce??”
bashfully nodded with a whisper on her lips:
straight with you: I’m still virgin!!!”
added my friend, Ma’moun:
he left her, heavily burdened with renewed anxieties,
overwhelmed by new life disturbances….
yet to determine not to see her again.
A few more months later, he knew that the divorce had taken
place.. That his uncle was quite understanding and
civilized. My friend, Ma'moun, found the courage to
discuss the whole issue with him openly.
His uncle became not only his recommender, but a real supporter
of Ma'moun in finding a job that would enable him to get
married and continue his studies, as well as a good–will
intermediary to his parents in order to convince them
that Mayyada was to be married to Ma'moun…
granduncle was off the stage in the end!
friend, Ma' moun, came to the close saying:
Uncle, and ME!,
And," as you see, I've not robbed her off… And it was no
treatury, as the rumors go…"