Haitham hesitated a lot before he went and delivered the letter to Lama, and he kept thinking all night, should I hand the letter to Lama or review myself first?
Finally, in the morning, he reviewed the letter more than once, and decided that he wanted to end the matter and not remain hesitant. As usual, he went to school, and at the end of school hours, he returned to his old path, not knowing whether this path leads to love, friendship, or the end of everything. Here, he decided to be brave and daring.
Haitham: Hello Lama, how are you?
Lama: Hi Haitham, I am fine, and you?
Haitham: Praise be to God, I am also fine. Why do I want to give you something and ask that you not open it here but at home?
Lama: Well, it's okay, what is it? (Haitham handed her the letter. She looked a little and took it quickly while looking around and put it in her bag quickly and left without even speaking)
Haitham: Speaking to himself, the important thing is that you took the letter. Haitham returned home as if he had performed a miracle. In fact, in his opinion, it is a miracle. How did he write the letter and deliver it, not interested in what would happen later?
The next day, he stood in the waiting area, as if he was waiting for the result of the final exam, worried, afraid, and feeling insecure. Rather, he thought that it might not come today, and there is no hope in waiting!
Actually, she did not come today, and he returned late to his house, and in his thoughts more than one question about what happened, and so the next day passed the same situation without any result except anxiety, and this time he decided that if she did not come today, as they say (the third is fixed) means that she tore up the letter and closed Haitham's page !
Contrary to his expectation, he found her waiting, but she pointed to a stone placed on his paper and left quickly. When he reached the stone, he found a letter under it. He expected that it was his letter. He returned it, but he opened it and found many words that he had not read. Returning home, he went to his room and closed the door on himself. He opened the letter and his heart was beating fast as if he was waiting for his fate!
the message
How are you, Haitham? I read your letter more than once, and before saying my opinion about what I wrote, I want you to read these verses. I quoted them from a book I read. I hope you like it.
I cried, but does crying from the heart make any difference?
Parting my loved ones and nostalgic and serious!
What is the meaning of life if we parted?
And is wailing any good? I do not know?
The remembrance does not have mercy on me, so I forget, nor longing leaves me to sleep
Separation of my loved ones, how much my grandfather shook, and until I meet them, I will keep crying
I am tired of suppressing my love and resisting all my envy
Did anyone tell about my life
And what happened to me on the day I loved you.
I feel it on my birthday
Here, Haitham was very happy when he read these verses, and he repeated them a lot before reading what Lama wrote, then he continued her words where
She said: Haitham, I really have a feeling that I love you, even though I tried. Rather, I forced myself to tell me that this is not love! And these are just whims and illusions!
But personally, the days that I do not see you are not among my days, and I consider them very heavy. Yes, I love you without the slightest doubt.
Haitham, please don't leave me no matter what
Haitham, please do not break my mind
Haitham, where did you come from in front of me, and how fate pushed you to be the first love in my life so much when you were flirting in my eyes and my face, and I tried to hide my joy and happiness with your kind words
Now it is my turn to tell you that you are beautiful in all senses. You may be the first thing you saw in me from your point of view, the beauty of my eyes and my face, but I first saw the beauty of your morals, nobility and culture in you, and I did not find a person with your qualities. !
Sometimes I believed them, and sometimes I believed my heart, but finally I was assured that I was right. Yes, I wish I had heard a word from you, I love you, before this day.
Do you know why I left you on certain days I was confused and I don't know what is happening between us and do you really love me and now I realize that my heart does not deceive me I love you Haitham and I will never say it to anyone else
(Haitham started jumping in the room and calling loudly, I am the happiest person in the universe. Yes, I am the happiest person in the universe. He called out loudly - Mom, my love, come, your son is very happy. Here the mother came. What is wrong with you, my son? Your safety, apple of my eye!
Haitham: Mom, I am very happy
Mother: My love, my son, I always hope that you are well and happy. Would you share with me the reason for your happiness?
Haitham: Yes, my mother, is it possible that at another time now I tell you that my life has become beautiful.
Mother: As you like, my son, and I pray for you every day for goodness and happiness for you, your brothers, and your father.
The mother went out and Haitham came back to complete his happiness and started spinning around himself, as he had never been happy before with this beautiful, sweet and gentle joy. He left early and went to his dear friend Laith, my love, Laith, my dear friend. Laith laughed and said, "It seems that the hook winked?"
Haitham: Yes, she winked strongly and with love. Yes, how smart you really are. She loves me.
Laith: Tell me, did you miss me? how did you know?
Haitham: You have answered my letter with a more beautiful, more beautiful, more beautiful message.
Lilith: Can I see her?
Haitham: No, my loyal friend, I apologize to you because I hid it in a secret place in my bedroom, but I will tell you its content in detail, and tell him what happened between him and Lama in the content of the letter.
The friends rejoiced together and walked towards the school. He began to ask his friend to teach him what to do at this stage and what are the correct steps to preserve his love! After he found his beloved, considering that his friend Laith (as we said earlier, he has a lover from among his relatives), and as he says, an experienced person and a teacher in these matters, and Laith used to teach all his friends what he knows and how the female and her feelings are roses and leaves of luxury and softness and need care and kindness and not rush in Dealing with it, the female hates lies and excessive jealousy and loves confidence and beautiful words.
Haitham: Thank you, Laith, for everything you do for me, but I'm sorry that I have to leave you every day and go back alone after school. You know that my sweetheart is waiting for me.
Laith: Yes, my dear friend Haitham, you have the right. This is love. However, beware and act with discretion.
Thus, Haitham began to meet with Lama every day, and they agreed that this meeting be short and out of sight, and that they change their meeting places from time to time or every day so that no one would pay attention to their relationship and love, and therefore the dire consequences of the family. They will not pay attention to people, but only think of their family.
Haitham began arranging sentences, organizing simple poetry and spinning poems, and dedicating them to Lama every day. This time, he wanted to give her beautiful words that he had read a few days ago in a poetry magazine:
O flames of fire, O embers of anger, the heart is in longing, in a flash
In the sleepless nights, watchful in the paths of lovers has passed
And the stars are absent, and the moon and the eyes are abhorrent to space
Lost crying and running in the dark time from the time has passed
By distancing and leaving in the world, by staying away from my beloved, he may be satisfied
O flames of fire, O sweetest passion, the darkness in my life has intended
The light from you has come to me shining and igniting in my heart and I complain
Do you see lovers like me intoxicated, whenever I meet you intoxicated?
Or do you see that I have drunk a lover other than to meet you?
Is there a reverberation in my presence in my being that a spectrum of love for beauty is still enveloping?
The pleasure of meeting you and our God, O Amani Al-Omar, O sweetest Mona
All my sorrows melt away for a moment, no tears, no crying, no hardship
And the presence of songs is loud and the birds chirped for our love
And flowers and roses danced and the breeze swept fragrant around us
And we met and merged for a while, and we became one, you and me
Lama read this beautiful message and laughed and rejoiced greatly and said with Essama Haitham, did you write this poetic poem?
He laughed back at her and said, "My love, it is true that I would like to flirt with you." And I began composing poetry. It is true that our love is going through its best days, and we began to love poetry, but not to this extent. I became a professional. The truth is that I transferred it from a magazine that writes about love. your lover ?
(Yes? Lama replied: I also love you, love you, and read for you) and she said: Well, my love Haitham, let's go. Almost daily interrogation (they both laughed about it).
Haitham: Believe me, the same is the case. My mother says that you, Haitham, have changed and started taking more care of your appearance and hair! I am trying to control myself to no avail, what should I do? It is your love, my love, and we must agree that our future is as important as our love.
Lama: Believe me, I wanted to tell you this, but I was afraid that you would not know what I meant, and I know that you are distinguished and the first in your class, so now I tell you that if you love me, I want you to be distinguished more and more.
Haitham: And you too, my love, I want you to excel in everything and greet her (in the safety and care of God, my love, and she answered the same)
Will Haitham's love continue? Will this joy last? Or is there something else?