“I can’t find words!”, weeping.
Me: “I didn’t know a crying woman can be that beautiful”.
Her: “All you think about is beautiful and attractive”.
Me: smiling.
She was startled – tilted her head down submissively. I could still see her tears.
“Noha, calm down”
“Breathe”
“Now, tell me what’s wrong”
She looked at me and said feebly: “Mesh 3arfa fe eh ya Ibraheem, I just feel down ..”
“Okay. You don’t have to say anything. Just look into my eyes and let go” and I looked at her with a comforting bloom .. and ..
.. listened to the most tender sobs ever.
After a while, she paused.
“feel better?” I asked.
“yes” she sighed.
silence.
“Ibraheem”
“yes”
“thanks for watching me cry”
I smiled, gently held her hands and said: “No, thank you, for giving me a reason to wake up .. for all mornings to come”.
“Except weekends – because I wake up by noon” – I subtly added.
“shut up” she said, gently pushing me away.
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