إلى أين تريد أن تذهب و تتركنى وحدي؟ هل أصبح من السهل عليك بأن تسير دون وادعي ؟ قم ... قرب يداك الى يدي ... و انظر الى عيناى, و سوف تجد بحورا من الحب و الامل تساعدك على الرحيل. أننى لا أريد أن أضع القيود حولك بل سأتركك تحقق ما تحلم به ما دام لا ترغب فى بقاءك هنا, بالرغم ذكريتنا قد نشأت هنا فى ذلك المكان العجيب. و قد نمى قلبى على يدك. يصعب على فراقك. و لكن سأتركك ترحل حيث لا يوجد جدوى من البكاء ... و لكن سأدفن كل ما هو حزين,و موألم, و سأتكك ترحل ...
فأذهب ... ربما نلتقى مرة أخرى!
لقد فتحت عينى على هذة الدنيا على نغمات دقات قلبك. و أحسست بوجودك بجانبي. و عرفت ما هو مذاق الحياة. كل شىء صار مختلفا و كل لحظة أصبح لها معنها بعد أن رأيت نورك فى حياتي. لم أكن أعرف ما هو مذاق الحب أو- قد تسطتيع ان تقول- بأنني لم أكن بعثت من جديد كمثل تللك اللحظة التي لمست فيا وجودك. و ما أجمل ذلك الشعور! فقد كنت أريد أن أكمل معك مسيرتي لنسير الى نهاية النقطة فى الطريق. ولكنني أطمح الى ما هو أغلى و أبقى. و أنت تعلم ما فى بالى و ما فى مخيلتي.
قد يصبح ما نحن فيه الان حلما... و لكن أتيت بيه الى أرض الواقع و الجمال. أشتاق انا ليك أشتاق ... و اليك جبي واحترامي و كل التقدير.
So many days have passed!
So many ways could never be done,
To reach you ... to reach your place.
To have you in arms ... face to face.
To kiss you warmly, and in your arms
I feel the gentle embrace.
So wonderful memories I keep in mind.
So many wonders astonish my eyes.
So rarely will I meet someone like you!
Believe me ... it's perfectly true.
How many barriers were there?
We stood steadily in our most despair.
My darling ... my love ... my everything.
Be assured no one will fill My heart
the way you did.
Now, I believe why our hearts met in...
our final stage of our existence;
A new born love for me, and a final one for you.
Oh God! Make our destiny be one and be gathered
Afterlife.
She never left a corner in her room until she imagined dancing with him. Her heart and soul are all devoted for this person. Today morning,
She sent him a text message that made him very flattered; "You're the real figure of man that I've been dreaming of my whole life".
How many things had happened to let them apart; however the linking bond between them was still tied strongly?
Only one wish she was hoping to come true; he'd choose her among his past relations... Perhaps, she had been confirmed that she was not
The first love for him; however, she desired so much to be his last... conversely, He was the first man for her, and she did love passionately till
She was well-known of the fact that no one would be loved the same as she did with him.
How many times I asked myself; Was it really an affectionate love? Or Is it just merely a passing love-affaire? Sometimes, one may revise everything that he or she did in the old days which are considered, from their perspectives, the wonderful days ever spent. From my side, My heart has just declared and announced truly; the fact that it is the wonderful love I've been through… How did it happen ? Or when did it exactly happened? I could not honestly tell. But, just ask me about the details and you may know when and where it happened! The first occurrence of heart-beats took place in Alexandria (The Pearl of the Mediterranean). All out of sudden, the attracting mutual attraction gathered them both in the same one way; Painting. However, their love is surrounding by obstacles and walls that each of them must have to challenge. They, further, have nothing but to accept their fate.
Needless to say, "Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love." They both did what should be done for each other… Adam and Eve accepted to live on earth after their forgiven mistake and this is what they were expecting it to be. A fortnight was a great experience she had passed with him in the same place. She, needless to say, called it "A Fortnight in heaven". It was the best timing that he really expressed his love towards her which she warmly welcomed. She couldn't believe his tenderness would reach that extent, his love would be unlimited or endless as to his renewable feelings of passion. So soon the fortnight had passed and she had to come back home, so heavy on both hearts but the more hungry passion was to come.
Act 1, Scene 3
SCENE III. A room in Polonius' house.
Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA
LAERTES
My necessaries are embark'd: farewell:
And, sister, as the winds give benefit
And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,
But let me hear from you.
OPHELIA
Do you doubt that?
LAERTES
For Hamlet and the trifling of his favour,
Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood,
A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.
OPHELIA
No more but so?
LAERTES
Think it no more;
For nature, crescent, does not grow alone
In thews and bulk, but, as this temple waxes,
The inward service of the mind and soul
Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now,
And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch
The virtue of his will: but you must fear,
His greatness weigh'd, his will is not his own;
For he himself is subject to his birth:
He may not, as unvalued persons do,
Carve for himself; for on his choice depends
The safety and health of this whole state;
And therefore must his choice be circumscribed
Unto the voice and yielding of that body
Whereof he is the head. Then if he says he loves you,
It fits your wisdom so far to believe it
As he in his particular act and place
May give his saying deed; which is no further
Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal.
Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain,
If with too credent ear you list his songs,
Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open
To his unmaster'd importunity.
Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister,
And keep you in the rear of your affection,
Out of the shot and danger of desire.
The chariest maid is prodigal enough,
If she unmask her beauty to the moon:
Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes:
The canker galls the infants of the spring,
Too oft before their buttons be disclosed,
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth
Contagious blastments are most imminent.
Be wary then; best safety lies in fear:
Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.
OPHELIA
I shall the effect of this good lesson keep,
As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother,
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;
Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
And recks not his own rede.
LAERTES
O, fear me not.
I stay too long: but here my father comes.
Enter POLONIUS
A double blessing is a double grace,
Occasion smiles upon a second leave.
LORD POLONIUS
Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shame!
The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
And you are stay'd for. There; my blessing with thee!
And these few precepts in thy memory
See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportioned thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in,
Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man,
And they in France of the best rank and station
Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: to thine ownself be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell: my blessing season this in thee!
LAERTES
Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.
LORD POLONIUS
The time invites you; go; your servants tend.
LAERTES
Farewell, Ophelia; and remember well
What I have said to you.
OPHELIA
'Tis in my memory lock'd,
And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
LAERTES
Farewell.
Exit
The time has come to meet again. She received a text message nearly about ten o'clock in the morning inviting her to his place. She first didn't believe it was the time that she could meet him again after all the despair she'd felt during the last months. Although she'd made it clear to herself that, no matter what, she wouldn't be able to have this chance; she didn't lose this scrap of desperate hope to see his face. And here it is!
She replied in the same minute; "So I am coming." She directly went there at his place which she has not long visited; she kept looking at his face until he noticed that she wasn't normal as she was in the past. However, she couldn't express herself more clearly, she told him how much I was missing him and couldn't feel if that chance could occur. On the inner side, she wanted so much to tell him that her life is become incomplete without his presence; she does not smile from the heart as much as he was there. It was not about love-making or any other idea from that view, on the contrary, it was about his existence, soul, and cheerful spirit that had made her reach the stars...
She truly loved him .... And she will !
She no longer feels the sweet feelings that he brings when he shows up. Decidedly, the inner voice urges her to stop thinking about him anymore; conversely to what she really shows externally to him. Every day, she sends text messages in order to tell him about her daily life, any news about any matter concerning an engagement that might happen at any time. Her animated admiration, however, has never been exceeded by any other coming idea from his side; whether a secret date, or even a call. On the contrary, the fresh spirit, which was shining in every place she goes, has swallowed up by a deep hidden grief, and her admiration and affection towards him shakes the earth under her feet no more. Against all her inner struggles, She gathered herself up to face the new world independently without anyone's interference... Although she has expected that she will probably face things that cause her some hesitation, she insisted that there's no other way but that one. That She has to continue the long way....
Very tired.... There is still no way to end this restless pain inside of me. On the contrary, It is
there alive struggling among the thorny ways that I meet on the street... How hard and difficult
it became to stand alone ... All Alone in such conditions. From the first day, My eyes have
observed the details of an endless show of in that theatre, in which every character plays its role
perfectly and ends sometimes with the same misery .... How sad it could be!!!
