" I'm sorry my love "
Abdul-lateef whispered , his voice barely audible. Nonetheless, the love of his life could hear and feel the pain and anguish in his voice as they seeped through his words .
They were laying on the roof of her house , her head on his chest , one of his arms wrapped around her waist while the other was tucked under his head .
" I'm sorry my love " he repeated as his hold tightened around her waist .
His fingers softly digging into her night gown .
As Silence grew between them , Abdul-lateef grew afraid. His beloved hasn't responded to him or attempted to soothe him like she always did . She just laid beside him listening to his heart breaking in chorus with her own .
"I'm sorry Malaaki* , I wish I could do something about it ."
"So do I " she uttered for the first time that night as one sparkling tear drop fell from her forest green eyes .
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Freedom Days
Romance" War can't kill love . Love can kill war ."- Helene Lagerberg . 1937 , Jerusalem - Palestine . Two hearts were bound together. One 10 years before the other . Amidst conflict and war , Abdul-lateef the barber's son & the love of his life fight aga...
