Someone needs me
699 Words
The wedding had ended, wrapped in artificial joy and deceptive lights. Behind the painted smiles and rhythmic applause, tension between the bride and groom loomed like an unavoidable cloud.
Ameer returned to his private room in his usual silence, while Noor was escorted to her new wing in the mansion—her heart pounding like that of a lioness trapped in a glass cage.
From the shadows, Alexandra watched, sorrow soaking her eyes, worn down by time and authority. She knew the path ahead would be rough, but something in her heart whispered with quiet certainty:
Noor might be the only one capable of understanding Ameer... perhaps even breaking the pride shrouded in sorrow.
An Unexpected Decision
Later that evening, in a moment that felt like rebellion, Noor raised her hand to the sky and whispered:
_"I am Noor... I never give up."
The maid tried desperately to stop her, worry written all over her face:
— “My lady, it’s time for you to rest. Let us handle the cooking…”
But Noor smiled, her eyes still holding a spark of the village:
— “My mother used to cook not just to fill stomachs... but to feed the soul.
And I’m certain... Ameer will love this dish.”
The maid sighed and went quiet. She found no argument in her heart strong enough to stop this small girl who spoke as if she had come to mend something broken in this palace.
Ameer’s Room – Dinner Time
In the cold, quiet room, Ameer sat near the window, listening to the rustle of trees as if trying to hear what no one said.
Suddenly, the sound of bare, eager feet echoed softly on the marble floor—light steps full of warmth and excitement.
A gentle knock… then a warm voice followed:
— “I made you my favorite dish… and I’m sure it will soon become yours too.”
Noor entered carrying a simple tray: homemade bread and warm, fragrant soup that filled the room with comfort.
With her black hair flowing down her shoulders and her brown eyes glowing with anticipation, she walked to the table beside Ameer and gently placed the dish down.
She hesitated, then asked in a quiet voice:
— “Ameer… would you like me to feed you?”
He turned to her slowly. His face was rigid, his disdain plain. He exhaled sharply, then replied with a sharp tone:
— “Ignorant villager… I’m blind, not paralyzed.”
But the scent of the food caught him off guard. Something in it dragged him back to a distant memory…
A woman feeding him with trembling hands, stroking his hair as he cried, whispering that everything would be alright.
The same scent… the same soup…
He froze. Then shook his head quickly, as if to clear the fog clouding his mind.
He suddenly shouted:
— “And this food… smells like a barn!”
A Wound Unspoken… A Patience Unbroken
Noor flinched from the sting of his voice, but she didn’t back down.
She stood straight, pressed her lips together to keep them from quivering, and said softly:
— “I’m sorry if you didn’t like it… but I tried.”
Ameer stood up angrily, gripped his white cane, and moved toward the door.
Before leaving, he hurled one last dagger at her:
— “Don’t worry about my meals. They’ll reach me without your pity.”
He left… leaving Noor standing alone in the room, beside the dish she had prepared with her heart.
Alone at the Table
She looked at the food, then at the closed door, and finally closed her eyes in silence.
Still standing… but fighting something deep inside.
The sound of his cane tapping on the marble, the echo of his classic black shoes—each step repeated his harsh words in her head—until it all vanished down the long corridors.
But the echo of his voice… did not fade.
And as she stood there, she knew one thing for certain:
Something had brought her here—something that needed her.
And she… she never turns away a hand that reaches out for help.
- Writer
