THE EPICALLY MERETRICIOUS WORD – LOVE Deep into the darkness, long I stood there peering – but not really knowing what I was looking at; wondering how on earth did it come to this; fearing that my life would be laid to waste; dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. Long I stood utterly confused and tremendously petrified. I began a flabby walk but could not take more than a couple of steps. My breath became laboured and my voice quivered and trembled in anticipation of what was to become of me. Long I stood there. I remained undaunted that this must be a dream within dreams. But, the sudden realization that it was anything but a dream caused a stifling and ravaging hunger to grip my soul; spreading to my entire body within moments; and inviting an enervating feeling to get hold of me. This feeling made it impossible for me to continue standing. Momentarily, my saliva dried and instantly became bitter. I, reluctantly, sat on the ground, oblivious of the untidiness that was to marry my clothes permanently, trying futilely to hinder streams of tears from strolling down my cheeks. Oh! Long I sat there unashamedly releasing a soft gentle cry – much like that of a poor servant – rambling and uttering words that were both incoherent and inaudible. At that moment, I thought, there was no better person on earth who can adequately explain how true is the adage “love hurts” than I. Hmm! Long I sat there. The personal commotion, confusion and unwanted scenario, I was made to endure then, was caused by a single call – a call not inquiring on how well I was faring – but delivering a stern warning of never to call, see or talk to the only girl I ever loved and spent a significant proportion of my life loving. This plain bitter phone call quenched the spirit of togetherness, vanquished any hope of happiness, maimed and massacred a relationship that was carefully fostered by two innocent hearts and totally succeeded in annihilating a love that was once promised and hoped to be perpetual. Concerned among my friends would say – after learning of the break –up - “come on, get over it. After all she is not the only girl on the planet”. To them I replied, how can I? This was a feeling meticulously nurtured for four years, three months and twenty six days – which is approximately 1 576 days or 37 824 hours to be exact. It was a love built on sincerity and trust – whose sensation made home in every fibre of my being. Oh! How can I forget her glittering eyes whose sparkling effect used to paralyse my joints, or her nightingale voice that every single bird will envy with fury? Her sincere words - when she was explaining how much she loved and cared for me - will forever remain in my heart. But worry not my friends for I am doing whatever I can to suppress it and make it less disastrous, devastating and tormenting. Then how come are you writing about it? Perhaps some may ask. Well, I find it quite comforting processing those feelings using the therapy of words. Notwithstanding, I always take solace in knowing that none has the power to make anything befall a man except that which was decreed by Allah – The Almighty, The All knowing. For He is Our Creator, Sustainer and Master. And He promises that good things come to those that are patient. Also, the indefatigable words of my mentor – who declared definitively that I will find another love again – give me strength that can be adequate in shaking mountains. And now I wait patiently, hopefully and praying hard that this next love will have a happy ending – Inshaa Allah. The conclusive note is that of the vanquished to the conqueror. I do say kudos. Formidable was your army and tenacious your resolved and fixations. Truthfully, I hold no grudges against you. With a girl such as her at stake, I would have done the same if put in your shoes. Moreover, a man marries a girl that was ordained to be his wife. So, relax and enjoy the comfort of your luxury for the battle is over. Savour and relish your victory, and proclaim loudly the words first uttered by the Roman emperor, Julius Cecaer, when he defeated the British soldiers and entered the British soil for the first time: I came, I saw and I conquered. Please cease not your portentous attitude to them and allow her to comfortably delve into the riches they profess you have and she was promised to come in contact with once she denounces her love to me. She earns it. Also, forget not your master skimmer - he with the red car- whose devious and conniving campaign and rigorous master plan worn and won her over. Finally, you my reader must know, this is no story of love lost but of a suffering of a poor abject soul. Abu – Imarah.
Posted on: Sun, 31 Aug 2014 07:34:28 +0000
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