The low sun was still intense and its heat burned into the navy fabric that covered my shoulders. “Maybe I should leave you alone for a while,” I said carefully. Vahid sighed, squatting along the wall, resting the weight of his body on his crossed ankles.
“No, come and sit beside me,” he said finally. “Don’t leave.” I crossed the narrow passage and crouched next to him. He took my hand and held it to his chest. “I can’t breathe and my heart is pounding. What is happening to me?” he asked. His voice was low and fragile.
I felt the strangeness of my own chivalry. I wanted to touch his face and put a hand to his cheek. In spite of the abundant, dormant calm that I’d accrued in my twenties, piled up instincts of hesitation and reluctance, I reached into my reserves of empathy and kindheartedness, feeling a small twitch of sadness at how long they had gone undisturbed.
“Its ok,” I said quietly, reaching to stroke his hair. “No!” he lashed out. “You are mediocre. You aren’t ugly but you aren’t beautiful. Other than your hair you have no nice features. I don’t like you!”
I stood up sharply and felt my cheeks flush with crimson. The quiet alleyway had become narrow and suffocating , the place where we had kissed only moments ago felt even more imperfect. I had no idea where I was but I couldn’t stay any longer. “You need to be left alone.” I said angrily.
“Don’t leave me,” he said. “Please come back. Come back and sit with me.” “No,” I said firmly, leaning against the wall opposite. “You come, you come to me.” He stood up and looked at me puzzled. ‘Jenny, I’m sorry. Please come and be close to me.”
I shook my head. It wasn’t stubbornness or childishness that made me refuse. It was something more. Those few steps of crossing the path would tell me everything.
I watched as he walked slowly towards me. He took my hand and kissed it. “Come,” he said. “My mom is waiting for us. It will be time for dinner soon.”
As we resumed our late-evening ritual of walking through the backstreets of the city, the evening azoon or call to prayer began. Even without music, it was haunting, almost operatic. From our position in the city we were closest to the minaret where it always begins, the one solitary voice that pierces the night air. Another voice added its strength and then another until the city filled with overlapping sound. We listened as we walked. The sun had set and a few stars appeared in the sky.
“Jenny?” Vahid asked looking down. “Yes?” I murmured, still listening as the last notes of the azoon faded away. “What do you think of me?” he asked.
We reached a brightly lit street and as I thought about his question, I saw a green and white police car. It was driving along the opposite side toward where we were standing and I had the sudden feeling that I should look down and turn my face away, yet somehow I couldn’t. I continued to watch the car as it drove past and my stomach clenched as I saw it slam on the brakes, do an abrupt u-turn and pull up forcibly onto the sidewalk just in front of us.
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Vahid
by Gavazn on Thu Apr 15, 2010 10:52 AM PDTSome people can be so cruel. Unfortunately something in Vahid is stopping him from enjoying the experience of loving a woman. Maybe he is looking for perfection or maybe he is a closet homosexual and is forcing hmself to like/ kiss girls. Don't know, but I agree no need to hurt people or be rude to them. That's just selfish and inconsiderate. People should face their problems and sort them out instead of trying to place their issues on other people's shoulders.
Yolanda jan
by sag koochooloo on Wed Apr 14, 2010 12:50 PM PDTHe sounds immature and mixed up to me. Whatever the problem or insecurities (which we all have as humans) there is never an excuse to treat others badly. Never. And I think if TB was my sister I would tell her to raise her standards and not to settle for someone who shows her disrespect. It is best to be single than to be miserable and lose ones self esteem. Anyway, we are getting a little too serious - maybe all this is fiction anyway! I'll let others comment now instead of boring their arses off ... cheerio for now. xxx
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by yolanda on Wed Apr 14, 2010 12:41 PM PDTHi! sag koochooloo,
I have read all the episodes....Vahid told TB before that he kissed a girl, but he does not like (or love) her.......the guy is a little strange......he should go to kiss the girl(s) he likes....and stop insulting people......he should think about how he feels if other people say the same think about him......
Yolanda jan
by sag koochooloo on Wed Apr 14, 2010 12:32 PM PDTI think what is so often overlooked is that kindness is seen as a sign of weakness by such people, and they feed off and drain one's energy. I just hope this is not a true story ... good luck TB you deserve better. :-)
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by yolanda on Wed Apr 14, 2010 12:26 PM PDTHi! sag koochooloo,
I agree with you 100%.....he should respect people....that is common sense........he is brutal and harsh......Thank God that they are not engaged or married yet!
My instincts say this guy is trouble
by sag koochooloo on Wed Apr 14, 2010 12:20 PM PDTI think if a man who is supposed to be on his best behaviour at the start of a friendship/ relationship shows signs of disrespect and abuse, it is time to move on. Perhaps Temporary Bride would be a Permanent one if she would find someone with a higher Emotional Intelligence than this guy. Rudeness/ anger/ disrespect is not related to experience. It is part of ones character. Do you want a rewarding relationship or to be someone's Therapist? Trust your instincts, they are usually right.
it's Vahid's pleasure
by Monda on Wed Apr 14, 2010 08:50 AM PDTto be kissed by a beautiful girl like you or Temporary Bride, he just doesn't know how to express it the right way :o)
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by yolanda on Wed Apr 14, 2010 06:48 AM PDTHi Monda,
Your analysis is great! Right on......I look forward to your new blog...it sounds very interesting...
I will tell someone like Vahid....."Go kiss the pretty girl you like, don't waste your precious time on me........bye!"
I would move away too, don't get me wrong
by Monda on Wed Apr 14, 2010 06:09 AM PDTit's just that it's good to remember, the people who hurt us are experiencing pain. Anger is only a surface emotion, covering deep pain. But yeah no excuse for rudeness! I can't stand rude people in my personal life. Hey Yolanda I started a blog the other day about the rude folks I have come across on and through IC (without naming names). I'll send it to you when I get the chance to finish it.
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by yolanda on Wed Apr 14, 2010 05:59 AM PDTHi! Monda,
You are very kind.......if a guy does something like that to me......I will be very uncomfortable.....I will just move on.....:O)
not mean, just confused
by Monda on Wed Apr 14, 2010 05:47 AM PDTand in pain. that's my take Yolanda jan.
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by yolanda on Wed Apr 14, 2010 05:40 AM PDTThese words are so rude.....I can't believe it:
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“You are mediocre. You aren’t ugly but you aren’t beautiful. Other than your hair you have no nice features. I don’t like you!”
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The guy kissed the girl and then said something like that......it is so mean!
you're welcome love!
by Monda on Wed Apr 14, 2010 05:29 AM PDTI'm always reading you.
Monda Khaharam
by Temporary Bride on Wed Apr 14, 2010 05:23 AM PDTThanks Monda - I've generally kept silent at comments to my blog, but I wanted you to know that your words are always enjoyed and very much appreciated.
fabulous piece!
by Monda on Wed Apr 14, 2010 05:01 AM PDTTemporary Bride jan, you have the words sister.. One of my favorites:
In spite of the abundant, dormant calm that I’d accrued in my twenties, piled up instincts of hesitation and reluctance, I reached into my reserves of empathy and kindheartedness, feeling a small twitch of sadness at how long they had gone undisturbed.