In the name of Allah, and Allah alone.
How does one pour out the contents of her heart without emptying it?
C: it is strange.
M: indeed, very strange.
C: will you not defend yourself?
M: for whatever reason should i?
C: whatever you may please, but at least – something. You are a person of valour – I knew you as such and you told me as much.
M: and if I refuse?
C: that is not the companion I know.
M: have you ever known me at all?
Her back straightened, something sparked, in her eyes, but she recollected herself.
C: come, darling. Let’s not waste time talking about such silly things. After all – I am your only ally in this world. It has always been this way.
Silence hung in the still air, which thickened with warmth – a fire was ablaze in a corner of the room. Its embers cackled steadily.
I inhaled. Silence. Hesitation. Then I began.
M: did it ever occur to you, that this – this, alliance –
H: hearken! Love, where art thy soul?
M: to whom are you referring to?
H: there is no one else here.
Indeed, every shadow in the room was still. Except mine, and his, chests rising and falling to the rhythm of life.
H: odd? To whom are YOU referring to?
M: never mind that – and what heavenly inspiration drove you to interrupt me in such a manner?
H: there was nothing to interrupt to begin with.
I found myself lost in my own contemplations once more – the room was dim and gloomy despite the fire, alight, ablaze, and cheery. An apt paradox to an apt situation.
H waits patiently. I finally raise my head.
H: love! What arrests your thoughts? Your soul isn’t at peace – do speak to me.
M: it is the same matter, like every other-
H: is it the companion that worries you? Is it now? You do talk so much about her – even though you talk very little and your sentences are always so curt.
Taken back by his sudden outburst, I am shunned back into silence. The fire cackles on, slowly, almost unnoticeably, growing.
M: would you prefer me that way?
H: I’d be surprised if you have ever been, any different.
You are wrong, I think quietly. Never have two moons passed with the same set of eyes.
M: that was a brave, and foolish, thing to say.
H: do I not know you well enough?
all at once I caught a glimpse of C, her eyes, like the fire, ablaze – ablaze they were. Embers dancing ferociously in those otherwise calm, black pearls of her eyes.
M: calm ye, and gather your senses. I will not bear any mischief from you anymore.
C: senses indeed! Have you forgotten yourself?
M: perhaps I have.
H: Heavens! What possesses you this time, young lady?
M: that which doesn’t concern you. Be gone.
H: I believe I have the right to refuse.
M: and I, the right to insist, and impose. This is, after all, my property.
H: but the heart of the owner, will belong to me.
H: if that is your wish, love. I only seek your consent.
C: fools. Fools – all and each of you.
My eyes close, wishing the scene away. Although I knew that to despise reality is idiocy, to deny the tangible is irrational.
That didn’t mean reality needs to be a part of me.
And deep within, I kept on wishing. Wishing. Hard.