From the Sands of a Thousand Footprints

A Moment...

2007-09-26T05:18:00.000+03:00

Expectations rise high.

The idea of failure is cast aside.

They watch and hope.

Neither confident nor uncertain.

It doesn't matter, it's always the same.

I watch the grains of sand slip away through one side of the hourglass until there is none left.

I gather my things and walk towards the front of the room.

I hand in a piece of paper to a man behind a desk.

"Finished so soon? As expected of you, I'm sure I won't be surprised with the results".

I fake a weak smile and leave. Astonished eyes follow my departure.

A soft melody plays. I answer the call.

"How was it darling?"

"It was ok".

"Thank God, I was so worried but I don't know why I always do. You always get the best grades in any class you're in"

"Haha. Not really! I'll be home soon I just want to pick up some coffee"

"Ok darling take care and I'm so proud of you. Love you, drive safe"

"Of course, love you too, bye"

I make my way down to the coffee shop. It's especially crowded since the majority of the after-Fatoor classes have ended.

"Hey, it's good to see you again. How was your examination?"

"Hey Francis, it was alright, I hope I did well"

"I'm sure you did, so will it be the usual?"

"Not today, can I have a ... hmmm... yeah can I have a double espresso please?"

"Ok... ONE DOPYO ESPRESSO PLEASE. That will be 1KD please"

"Thank you". I hand him the money and I find an empty section to stand in.

Moments later...

"Hiiii... how are you! I haven't seen you in a while!"

"Hey, I'm fine, how about you? Yeah I don't stick around much anymore."

"I'm good. Yeah that's a shame, you should! Anyways I have to go, I'll see you later, it was nice seeing you!"

"Alright take care, see you around".

A voice came from behind me.

"Hey man, how you been?"

"Hey Talal, I've been great, how about you?"

"Good, good I guess. Man that test was hard! But wow you finished it so fast... you and your weird hourglass thing haha".

"Really? I thought I finished at a normal pace. I like setting a time limit for myself and I like seeing the grains of sand falling, it's relaxing."

"That must be your secret. Yo man I don't want to sound nosy but man that girl you just talked to really has a thing for you. She was smiling and giggling nonstop and her face was so red! Why don't you get to know her more?"

"Are you for real? I didn't notice any of that. She's a friendly person but I don't know, she's just not my type."

"Dude, she's one of the most prettiest girls in uni! You must be crazy for not taking the chance to get to know her better!"

"I don't care how pretty she is, I'm really not into her."

"Whatever man, you're weird. Anyways I got to run, I'll call you later."

"Alright man take it easy".

I hear my order being called out and I go and pick up my drink. I carry it to a nearby counter and start adding some sugar and I begin mixing it with a wooden stirrer.

I put my headphones into my ears and turn my iPod on.

I scroll through my music library until I find a song I like. I turn up the volume as to drown out the surrounding noise.

The words, "it's a beautiful day sky falls... you feel like it's a beautiful day... don't let it get away... in the maze of her imagination... take me to that other place" find their way into my ears.

"Can't get enough of this song". I turn around and heads towards the door. As I'm walking, I bring the cup to my mouth.

Thats when I saw her.

I don't move nor breath.

The cup rests inches away from my slightly open mouth. It stays open for a few moments.

The cup felt like it was getting lighter and lighter.

Some girls next to me called out to her.

She looked in their direction and waved back, knowing a verbal greeting would be of no use against the background noise.

For a moment, our eyes connected.

Her eyes... it was as if they were entering my soul and trying to find out who I was, what I was, and everything else about me.

I let them.

I told her how I felt at that exact moment not by voice nor by body but by how I looked back at her.

Now she was in my mind.

It's pitch black and the only source of light comes from the numerous white shapes.

Stars.

I can see her.

I'm... I don't believe what I see but... I'm holding her.

Her head is resting on my chest.

Her eyes are closed.

She's smiling.

Her hair... I cannot describe how good it smells... it's unworldly... it overwhelms me and I can feel my legs quivering in response.

Her chest slightly heaves up and down against mine as she softly breathes.

It's indescribable.

She suddenly looks up and gazes at my awestruck eyes.

She laughs.

I hold her even tighter and she does the same.

I try to tell her.

She raises her finger and places it on my lips.

No words are exchanged.

They don't have to be.

We both know.

Suddenly my surroundings change into a familiar sight.

I find myself still frozen in place.

She seems so far away now.

She smiles.

It's such a beautiful smile. The definition of perfect.

My chest feels warmer than usual.

I hear voices.

They don't make any sense.

She looks away, her gaze now directed at something else.

She seems so happy, happier than before in that starlit sky.

He tells her something and she starts laughing.

I can hear her laughter somehow above all the noise.

It's euphonic. The chirping of birds, nature's choralist, is nothing in comparison.

They both are surrounded by friends and relatives.

They seem like a perfect family.

...

I can see her now in a meadow. It's covered with so many colorful flowers.

She's older now but somehow even more breathtaking.

She's holding a child.

It's beautiful and resembles her in almost every way.

He takes the child from her and puts her above his head.

He starts running around now, laughing along with his daughter as they race through the meadow.

She watches and cheers them on.

The sunlight danced across her hair.

I was wonderstruck.

They eventually made their way out of the coffee shop.

The voices seemed so much more clearer now.

"I'm so sorry sir! That cup must have been leaky. Please have another one on the house and again we apologize. Here sir, let me clean that for you".

He attempted to wipe some of it off with some napkins.

I held his hand in place.

"It's... ok... really it was... my fault".

Everyone was watching me now as if I was an alien.

Some people suppressed laughs and some helped picking up some of my dropped things.

There was a pile of sparkling sand next to my foot.

A portion of the spilled sand seemed to sparkle more than the rest.

It was damp I realized.

I brushed past the crowd and headed outside.

I needed to see the sky.

It was littered with stars but it wasn't the same.

A friend followed me outside.

"Dude what's wrong with you? I saw you buy the coffee then you looked towards the door then a second later you just dropped the cup. You really do have butterfingers."

"Was it really only a second?"

"Ummm yeah? Ahh your shirt, you just bought it yesterday! Akhhh that sucks man. I have an extra one in my car if you want".

"I appreciate it, thanks. Listen I'll be back I need to get some tissue from my car to try and wipe some of this off before I send it to the dry cleaners".

I walked hurriedly to my car, I didn't want him to see.

I reached my car and got some tissue out.

There was a warm feeling trickling down my cheek.

I let it all out.

Ten Years of Silence

2007-09-24T09:28:00.000+03:00

A faint memory, a familiar name, a face that hasn't changed.

All it took was a message.

What started as a polite reunion became so much more.

The smiles, the laughter, the discussions about life.

An almost stranger from a distant past transforms into someone you feel like you've known for so long.

She calls.

Her delicate voice is soothing to my ears.

Heart racing, legs ever so heavy.

We meet face to face.

We exchange hands, and smile.

Calloused, rough, uncared for hands lightly embrace soft, petite hands with skin as smooth as the petal of a flower.

According to each other, neither has changed much.

Eyes gazing, their imaginations go wild, a social taboo unfolds before them!

The pressure mounts, their eyes burn, searching for answers.

I suggest we go outside, the wind is favorable. She shakes her head and points to a table.

I admire her reaction, she doesn't acknowledge their existence.

She was at ease, she felt natural.

Our responses should have been the opposite.

The tables have been turned. She was different.

We're in our own world. Outside distractions don't exist.

The only thing that matters is that face in front of me.

Her drive to succeed in life and her passion to prove herself trivializes that of my own, or perhaps just differs.

She reminds me of them but with none of their flaws.

A survivor amidst a chaotic upbringing. A troublesome life that has strengthened her resolve to fight.

I think of how similar she is to myself but I keep it to myself, tonight is where I listen and marvel.

Lack of sleep and sustenance has made me weak and impatient. I do my best to not let it get a hold of me.

Is my interest dying down or is it the fatigue? The caffeine wears out.

The clock ticks, the seconds draw closer, the moment is upon us.

I walk her to her car, her work etiquette overcame her once more and we shake hands once again.

She hopes to do this again, I wonder of her sincerity.

She has shared so much and I had not returned the gesture.

That would change the next time I told myself. A feeling of trust emanates from her.

We continue talking once back home.

Three hours of sleep over the course of two days and no food has taken it's toll on me, a drowsiness overcomes me.

I bid her goodnight.

My emotions are a tangled web of deceit.

Never am I certain of my feelings for another.

They vanish and resurface, appearing slightly different each time.

Possibilities and vivid thoughts enter my mind.

If our destinies are intertwined, cultural barriers could possibly play a part in the demise of our fate.

History repeats itself.

But she is different.

Me and you

2007-06-20T03:49:00.000+03:00

It’s Wednesday morning

The music flows, attuning me to you

Spirits ever so high

I find myself thinking about you again.

I can’t help it; I can’t fight it no matter how hard I try.

A wave of memories floods my mind, I reminisce about those hazel eyes.

Walking into that coffee shop, my sole desire is to see you and only you, not knock back a golden cup of coffee water or glance at all the pretty colors.

To my dismay, every now and then you’re gone, don’t see you, but in your place some unknown.

Love that velvet sofa, that special one, more than ever when you’re tired

I find myself drawn, Snow-White never looked as good.

These summer days, so hectic but you gave me peace.

You gave me tranquility to the war going on inside.

But now you’re gone, but for how long.

Are these real or is it just déjà vu all over again.

Can you answer that. I’m so worn out.

Want you to know but I keep to my promises, not to my vows.

Don’t know what to do about the rest, can’t say the same about you.

Do you love him still or is he just a fragment of your imagination.

Will you refute the way I feel, or make me whole once again.

Once you get a piece, it’s so hard to forget. Feels so warm and light.

The day you look your prettiest, if I’m not by your side, don’t expect me to come and fake a smile.

Swear to look after me in sickness and in health, can’t bear it otherwise.

Can’t help but wonder, will I ever fit into your life.

Find a place in your thoughts.

Besides being a shoulder to cry on.

Can’t explain it all.

Don’t need an explanation as to why I care about you.

Made my peace with it all

Now it’s up to you, set me free or show me the path

Damned if I try and fight it anymore.

Don’t want to wake up with the usual emptiness.

My will to fight’s been broken, the moment our eyes met.

Been a struggle ever since.

Would it make a difference if I drew closer to you and whispered my confessions into your ear.

Why bother.

Be the last, I’m tired of it all.

Why do I keep believing.

Sometimes I feel, it delights in it all

Reminiscent of the Past...

2007-05-01T23:23:00.000+03:00

Two years later, things have changed, I've moved on and yet I feel like my feelings haven't changed.

New faces and new feelings, I feel like my heart has gotten a jump start and is slowly humming back to life, the gears revving in motion and the cob-webs shriveling away.

I survived two years of torment; do I have it in me to go through this agony all over again?

So many people, so many regrets, so many evening strolls, jogs and cruises... music blaring in the background, nostalgia and melancholy running rampant throughout my mind… my vows of the past are broken… must my feelings towards someone else always prevail over that of my own?

Why can’t I be truly happy… those financially less fortunate I, they smile and laugh as they do what they must … yet the privileged pity these men when it is the less fortunate who are more content… for they do not suffer the ethereal burns of the fire that is love. When the birds awaken and sing their songs of life, these men keep the terra firma beautiful, with their pearly white smiles, side by side with one another while we sleep and dream…our minds set on the next day… things to do, what to buy, what to wear, what to eat, who to see, who to impress…

I pass by these men; fatigue has struck the very depths of my core, the music keeps me awake… I breathe in the crisp morning air coming through my windows, the wind blows through my hair… the chirping of the birds somehow overcomes the words of people who claim to know what I am barely enduring. This is what it feels like to truly be alive… I salute them with a friendly wave… their presence inspires me, I admire these men, and I envy them.

Love is luxury that not all can afford… but these men survive without this treasure I so thoughtlessly cherish… am I as strong as they are to abstain from it? Is this enigma of life such a thing my flesh, my bone, my sinew, my nerves, and my soul can do without? Do I truly want to whisk it away? Am I a madman to wish for peace for the war raging within my very essence?

9:48 AM– – A Starbucks

2005-05-21T11:26:00.001+03:00

Now, I wait for an answer… an answer I sought out for over 5 years… 5 years… yet… it remains unclear as to what it will be... I’ve been denied of a clear answer but rather was given an incomplete answer… a puzzle lacking the final piece… one that makes me feel guilty of finding someone capable … capable of giving me a similar feeling… the sentiment that makes pain a relic of the past…. I pledged my love to her, something so sacred to me but as a human being I too have my faults… such as having feelings for another although not as strong as the ones I have for her but from my experience it is impeccably hard to strike my hard exterior and warm my heart…. yet only a few others besides my better half have done so, do they must hold some form of value to me? A value greater than the typical infatuations people tend to have? I think so but I fear… that if I continue down this path… their path then my dearest of friends may get hurt as they share the same or similar emotions I do towards them … also I tend to forget of the cultural imbalances here set on blind fervor… however, I still hold my views of passion, being towards her and only her…

I know… know for certain that she is the one… in a time of petty infatuations between the two energies, I’ve had a special bond with someone for more than five years, truly that must mean something in this day and age for someone of my age? My days and nights consists of flashbacks of her eyes and smile…those eyes…. I could never forget them… they constantly haunt me and when I finally feel as though I have finally ridden my thoughts of her unworldly aura… something in the physical world makes me reminisce of her… someone with the same name, someone mentioning her…. her reputation in this small land precedes her… I am mortally bound to her… incapable of moving on… some might say it’s a curse… I don’t disagree with them… yet it is a curse I am grateful of, for our existence together in the same time period, location and circumstances I know… wasn’t a coincidence… but rather something I, under my condition… don’t feel right proclaiming… I still close my eyes when I pass places we’ve been together or avoid them completely and If I can’t, then I stand still… be it a chair, a patch of grass or a walkway… and my thoughts on their own... focus on our past…

No matter

2005-04-17T22:34:00.000+03:00

where or how far I go it seems as though I always see her... I strive to win back her affection, if only she knew what hellish times I have been through for her sake, for a simple glimpse of affection... a piece of what she used to display torwards me... it pains me to see the symbol of our once fragile passion in its current state... dried and crumbled, the petals no longer vibrant with life... everyday is like walking in a field of sand, pointless and a struggle, the winds of reality constantly push me back and brings along the sands of blind passion into my eyes...

In Her Midst

2005-04-04T02:32:00.000+03:00

they are the pearls of my life, the equivalent of the last rose on earth.... the greater equivalent

Even when my body recovers from the hassles of the day, when all is still and clear does she enter my thoughts... at a time where I truly am at peace and with myself, I see her gentle smile and those ever so familiar eyes, the only ones in this green paradise capable of making me reminisce of that indescribable feeling... the one that kept me up at night walking through the streets of Cordoba yearning to see her.

It was my childish and naive hopes of love that made me scale walls with bloodied hands over peacefully slumbering heads... seeking the best way in which I could send her letters of my innumerable feelings for her, a thousand different versions of the word 'beautiful' of different languages and dialects and recite the poetry instilled in my heart to her... and once done I would blow her the Kiss of Midnight and then flee away into the darkness, and long for her the instant we parted...

The next night I would follow my way back to her by the trail of pearl shaped tears I would leave the night before, as they glisten against the midnight moon...

Let it be known, that I swear... I swear that I want no other no matter how perfect they are...

I will only and always desire her...

I keep telling

2005-03-20T00:08:00.000+03:00

myself that this will be my last entry into this prison of memories, yet I keep finding myself contributing to my misery...

I've realized how different and alienated 'She' left me feeling about myself and of life itself. At one point in my life I was truly happy as I had never had a taste of this unwordly emotion. Yet she found me when I was unprepared and scarred my heart, so deeply that I'm astonished to see that it still supplies my body of this wretched, miserable and sorrowful lifesource.

It's become a daily ritual to kiss one of the few keepsakes I have of our once brief moment together even though it just leaves me dry and longing to be united once more. I keep asking myself, that before I die... will I ever be able to feel her heartbeat against my chest, smell her ever so soft skin and heavenly strands of hair, or feel her sweet, warm breath echoing into my ear, whispering the very words I seek at every unoccupied moment in my mind? If she has moved on with her life, would she come to my funeral with her husband and family?

Even in the age of digital magic do I suffer the death defying blows of one who rests his love in one and one only. With every message or incoming phonecall on my cell-phone, and with every new instant message on my digital scribe, do I envision 'her' on the other side and imagine as to what environment and what her thoughts and facial expression was at the time of creating and sending the message to me. O' the dissapointment I feel when I discover it is not 'her'... but alas this is the consequence I must pay for upholding such foolish and selfish high hopes... and onwards does the Curse of the Lone Wolf continue...

Four Years...

2005-03-13T03:45:00.000+03:00

of excruciating pain, a pain none like any other I have endured. A feeling that never, never goes away. Every day and night, every moment to myself I have felt this deeply rooted pain of an immense magnitude. Others claim to have experienced it but I know that they haven't... for they have all moved on whereas I haven't. I am marooned on an island, an island surrounded by great cities full of activity and joy. Across the sea I can hear her laugh reverberating without me by her side but with someone else.

The only time where I was cured of this illness was when 'She' would appear before me with the same feelings I had for her. These feelings we shared meant the world to me but I in my infinite stupidity would always do something to rid her of these shared sentiments. In between these lapses of separation I remember... I would run for hours in an attempt to rid myself of these thoughts, those still vivid memories of her smile and her hypnotizing voice... I would lose myself in those thoughts as if I were in a trance and nothing could break my train of thought except until the barrage of memories because too much for me to handle. Then suddenly I would hear something, something so powerful and clear that it would bring me back from the world of illusions... it was 'her' calling out my name, I could not move and stood there shocked until I could see the face I memorized in my heart inches away. It felt as thought days had gone by and eventually I found myself alone again, wondering when my CD player's newly bought batteries ran out of power.

'She' in all her beauty would forgive me and we would eventually reunite... but not this time. I claimed to have moved on but I cannot lie to myself anymore... I cannot tame my heart, it controls me like and I am powerless to resist. I remember sitting next to her side by side, O' what a wonderful feeling it was knowing she rested her shoulder onto mine, her scent was the most delicate fragrance I've ever smelled.

O' how painful it is for me to see 'her' eyes and that same spirit in him, eyes that captivate me into a different world where I am not the center piece, just a spectator behind a glass wall and a spirit that moves my very soul, the Sun to a Flower, I cannot help but reach for it's ever bright golden aura.

O' if I had only been rid of my immaturity and jealousness back then maybe I could have prevented the hatred that I have for myself and from shedding these tears as I am writing this. If only I was what she sought then she would have been a part of my life now... yet I find myself here, pouring my heart and soul out, knowing my words will never reach her yet I continue. I continue as if it were a duty, an obligation I must fulfill for myself or perhaps in tribute to some unknown force. By Allah, how did I lose her? Her smile alone can bring me back from the dead... O' how I regret losing her every moment of my lonely existence... I pray every day to be with you, I swear I'm a changed man, let me feel your soft palm once more, let me grasp it as we grow old together... I swear on my unworthy life that I will never let go...

I remember...

2005-03-08T00:45:00.000+03:00

a time where my heart actually stopped throbbing with pain at the mere sound of her name. That was when I was in perfect harmony with myself and everything around me because I could hear her voice and lose myself in her eyes everyday... that time was a long time a go. Now I sit here talking to her hundreds of miles away, unaware whether or not she can still detect my feelings for her from my few lines of text. It still feels as though my every message to her must be perfectly orchestrated in order for me to gain her attention and not bore her. We start talking aimlessly about things that do not matter, never about things of importance like our past together. I do not know why I cannot move on like so many people have and despite encouragement from several others and it is for this reason that I still talk to her, to see if my spirit still reignites at the sound of a new message received from 'her'. From being able to hear her voice from the silent late hours of the night up till the chirping of birds in the morning, I now communicate to her by text only. I seek any source of emotion from her like a scavenger, and feel relieved to see a smiling face at the end of her messages or sometimes even a winking face. O' how words cannot describe the unique feeling I get and the smile on my face from simple things like that. The mere idea that she could be thinking the same way as the symbolism behind each picture revitalizes all hopes of ever reuniting with her.

Hmmm

2005-03-07T04:11:00.000+03:00

Just speaking with her somehow prolonged the day to 4 am, I've yet to discover why this is so. This feeling alone is capable of driving men to insanity, move mountains, look up to the sky at night or day; rain or sand, ignore the body's basic need to rest, ignore one's acadamic studies in favor of pondering what causes us to feel this way or to just sit there lost and teary eyed wondering at what point in your life did you lose her and why...

Indescribable

2005-02-22T08:18:00.000+03:00

Mature, wise, experienced, and wise these are the things that firstly and mostly attracted me to her. I’ve never met someone with such a determination and with such a rare and noble goal (in this part of the world) as writing a book before. She is perfect from her smile to the way she runs her hand through her hair. Her eyes reveal nothing about her history adding mysteriousness to her. Even the way she walks signifies that she is proud and full of confidence. The way she constantly plays with her black sunglasses removing it and putting it back in her hair is so womanlike. She is the ideal woman, full of ideas and morals with a beauty that you would only find in a dream. What scares me the most is the very idea that she may not or ever will feel the same way I do about her due to my age and looks. I am scared of knowing that after doing the seemingly impossible task of opening my heart to another will still not change my fate of walking this earth alone forever.

She speaks of tales someone like me will never go through further strengthening my belief that I will never obtain her love. My first love is actually related to her, it’s as if Ill never be rid of her influences. I still love her of course but she has hurt my heart far too many times for so long to the point that I never thought I would find someone else. From what I’ve noticed of myself is that I tend to have infatuations far too easily, sometimes prior to even talking or getting to know the person. It pains me to see that I’ve repeated mistakes I thought I overcame but with her I genuinely believe that I am truly falling in love with her. I’ve talked to her, and gotten to know her and there are some things about her which simply cannot be put into words. It hurts me to a point beyond anything I’ve endured before, perhaps even more than what I had endured with my first love.

She at the time was my idea of perfect, it’s quite surprising to see and finally be able to admit that now she isn’t or ever could have been my ideal utopian love. My generation consists of people not compatible with my every desire which is something I’ve learned to deal with. The very idea that I have found someone who is my ideal love yet feel as if I can never be with her is indeed a pain and a burden that I sincerely believe no one has had to deal with. They all mention of their pathetic boyfriend girl friend issues with the assumption that I knew what they were dealing with. I do not believe in that sort of materialistic and temporary relationship, I believe in deeper more meaningful relationships. A relationship where the parts would know of my intentions and give me their blessings is indeed the best kind of relationship as it would be in harmony with the noble teachings of Islam. It has saddened me to have gone through life thinking that I was the only person to so passionately believe in this but I am certain ‘She’ feels the same way as well. Words simply cannot explain all that I feel for her, what I have written so far is only a percentage of what I truly feel for her. My sole wish in life is to be with her yet deep down I believe I will relive my curse of the… ‘Lone Wolf’.

2005-02-21T22:07:00.000+03:00

Upon Falling in Love With an Arabian Queen

~ A Thousand Nights ~

~ And then it was said that he cried for a thousand nights until he became blind as the thought of her not existing in this world was too much for him to bear ~

~ Every day gone passed without you by my side, is a night spent weeping until the next morning ~

~ This life as short as it may be, without you seems like an eternity of misery and suffering ~

~ Through a crowd of people, all that can be seen by my ever blind eyes, is your presence, ever so beautiful and tranquil ~

~ You are by all that seems right in this world, a beauty words cannot describe ~

~ Through times of despair and sorrow, the only thought possible is that of your well being and no one else’s ~

~ Let it be known that my eyes only knowingly gaze upon you with a passion so fueled by my ever dying desire to be with you and only you until we grow old together ~

~ Despite life’s many obstacles that I have been burdened with, I only wish for your happiness, even though it can never be with me ~

~ Regardless of our brief past together, I can’t help but wonder how complete my life would be if we were destined to be with one another for all eternity ~

~ With his last dying moments, he summoned enough strength and courage to utter her name until (as) his lips went silent ~

~ Upon being granted with three wishes by a powerful and wicked genie, the man used his first wish for her eyes to remain ever so vibrant of life. As for his second wish, the man urged the genie to make her spirit maintain her independence and character. Finally, for the man’s third wish, he asked the genie to grant her a life of happiness. Never before had a genie of such power and evil, bow before a man, weeping and begging the man to stop and to think of himself for once. The man smiled as the genie continued weeping for the man confirmed his three wishes ~

~ Upon falling in love with a mortal woman, they spent countless moments together full of happiness. But alas, her time had come as she being human grew old. She pleaded for him to stop thinking about her and to move on as he still retained his vigor and youth. Out of his rage, he cursed his immortality, and sought out the spring that would rob him of his immortality and would make him age as a normal mortal would. Drinking more than necessary, he quickly became of the same age as his beloved so that he could spend his last few remaining breaths with her as they died side by side, with their hands clasped together ~

~ Every time he had imagined not knowing her, he would punish himself by plowing the farms until his hands and feet became sore. Finally the man lay down his sickle, and lay to rest, only to never awaken again ~

~ Every waking moment of his life since his childhood, his pillow was soaked with tears as he had seen a woman in his dreams. A dream with a mysterious woman of indescribable beauty that had filled his heart with such joy. Yet tragically that same dream, would become a nightmare as the woman always ends up falling in love with another man ~

~ One day his beloved lay in bed plagued with a sickness with no cure but a new heart. The man without a single note of fear or regret gave out his heart despite realizing that this would be his final hour in this world with his dearly loved. It is said that as they laid his body to rest, a single tear could be seen coming from his right eye and his left eye as the woman upon being cured fell in love with man, quickly forgetting her husband’s sacrifice. Some say that the tear from the left eye reached up till the man’s nose, as they say was the resentment he shared for his wife as she had betrayed him. Several say that the tear from his right eye reached his chin as this was how much he loved her, despite her unfaithfulness. ~

~ Never before had a man of such wealth gained by a lifetime of blood and sweat, sacrifice all of his fortune in remembrance of his passed loved one, to building a monument in her name, to the extent that he could no longer afford a loaf of bread ~

~ Indeed he would die for her in any manner or moment, yet to become close with her seemed like a feat that even the mightiest and bravest of men could not accomplish ~