Chapter FiveDear Aziza,
I rest what remains of my hopes in your hands, the verdict is yours. Either you fulfil them and bring some happiness into my life or ignore them and leave me wretched. A soul stands before you which, with only a word from you, would be on the road to contentment or thrown into a hell of misery. A soul that for so long has been tom between the hopes and disappointments of dreams now wants to emerge from its long sleep to wakefulness, either to delight in fulfilment or to remain burdened by suffering.
Yes my love, so many nights have I spent with your precious image gazing towards me, smiling and embracing me. In my dreams we would spend the night happily together until, when the image left me, I could only wonder whether I would ever experience the pleasure of my i
