December 9, 2024  

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In Love

I didn’t think a bit before I gave a title to my article … I simply called it “In Love”, assuming that it is the most powerful word of attraction to any of my readers. And I assure you, yes it is purely about LOVE. It is romantic, sensational and supposed to be touchy. She fell in love .. yes she did. A silent love. A love story that lived in secret for a while. And she lived among the greatest conflict any lover would experience.

the numerous feelings that are always connected with a true love. Those enigmas, untitled and freaking emotions which sometimes took her up in the sky, and sometimes stayed a pain in the heart. The happy moments that she always wanted to remember, and the moments of a broken heart that she couldn’t get relieved from, yet tried hard to forget. The memories between them, for each and every single part that tinkled in her heart and prickled her soul, each and every spot they went to, the songs they heard and sang together, the movies, the music, even the one prayers they did together and said in one breath, the anxiety to hear his voice or just to look at his eyes, the killing silly feeling of missing, the loneliness while he was away, the great happiness when he showed in, the security when he used to be around, the vigorous madness when longing for his embrace, the unexplained soft surrounding that arouse in her with his touch, the softness and tenderness he had that hit straight into her heart. This love tau ht her a lot about life. It made her look in depth to each and every word she read or heard about love, every clue and every quote. She knew what it really meant when they say “people meet for a reason” “love at first sight”, and moreover, it inspired her to makeup her best ever pieces of art, her lovely poems, her paintings, and her articles. This love led her build a close and strong relation with her heart. And she stated to treat her heart as if it was the only responsible one towards all what she was going through. Sometimes she looked at it as her “sweet enemy” which always conquered her, and sometimes she saw it as the victim of her own stupidity, and sometimes she wanted to carry it between her hands to kiss it, for it gave her the most beautiful gift in her life, longing to embrace it as it was beating her man’s name, and sometimes she cursed it for her hurt . She even spoke to it for so many times. She yelled at it sometimes, and she smiled some other times, and they laughed together and cried toge her. But the hardest time was when she really didn’t know what to do to comfort it. She took pity on it for being torn apart facing those conflicts she was causing it. And she wanted to apologize that she was so tough on it, taking it for granted and putting it into such a torture. They both ended up confused whom to blame, and they became a dilemmatic puzzle that they sat together as two poor people just confused should they smile or it was time to cry. And a big question remained “when can they match their both reactions at a time?”

This love made her learn how to be a deep thinker. She had new believes. She knew the truths about almost all the relations that she came across in her community. She started to know how people think just by having a glance into their eyes. She knew who was lying to their partners and who was saying the truth. And who really loved their partners and who just faked them and played around. She became a kind of encyclopedia to herself, as well as to her friends after those deep experiments she did upon herself with this relation that she believed to be “one of a kind”. And the only true thing she always tried hard to do was to put herself on the place of the others. She asked herself several times who they were hurting by falling in this mysterious love. They may have hurt families or parents. And this made her sacrifice a lot and drop many of her rights, it took her to accept unacceptable judgments, it taught her to shut up when there was too much to say, it even took her to feel humiliated, left alone in the  ild nights, wrapped up herself with tears on her pillow, being torn apart, and put her dignity aside… But soon all this misery would disappear as the return was a moment of love, a look of respect and appreciation which she got from him, and that silent apology which she could see in his eyes, just holding her without saying a word. And a reward of reli f he meant to say “I know how hard you sacrifice”.

She was taught to call all this sufferings “a sacrifice” against a feeling which was totally out of her control, the feeling of “LOVE”. She always wanted to keep the promise they made together, and they knew it was a battle which they decided to fight in, and their only weapon there was the “belief”. They automatically found a certain bond that made them close.. very close, and the commitment that love apparently brought right at the moment it hit their hearts.

But remains a question, “have the others ever put themselves in her place?” she bit they never did. This relation worked for a while and failed for while ….. But at the end.. she stayed IN LOVE.

By: Kawthar Afifi


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