Jealous Gore And The Victim

My life

"But is that who I am? You listed all those qualities like you know me that much," I said.

"Yes, that’s what I noticed and believe you are, based on the few moments we’ve spent together," he replied.

"You answer questions like you know everything. Have you found a woman with all the qualities you mentioned?" I asked.

"Not yet, but I’m talking to her," he replied.

"Who is she, and what is her name?" I asked.

"You, Salma. It's you," he said.

"You must be joking. Let’s talk later. I have some things to do right now. Bye," I said, and I ended the call.

Later that night, I felt overwhelmed by life’s challenges. Even the elements seemed unfavorable. In the quiet of the night, I became a victim of love, caught in an emotional storm.

I tried to confine myself within the limits of my feelings, but the truth was undeniable. I listened to my heart; I wore my heart on my sleeve. This love was genuine.

"Grab me a place in your heart, and I promise to nurture it," I thought. "If the world despises it, let them choke on their own negativity. I will be your love, not exaggerating, but as truthfully as I can.

Trust me with your light, and the night will always remain bright. If I'm a wooer, then let me be the one to quench your thirst for love with honesty and sincerity.

Beautiful Salma, they say you are the embodiment of peace. So please don’t leave; imbibe in the serenity I wish to offer."

I heart talking to myself all by myself and now I want you to listen to it and save me from this mad hatter and be mine.

I will keep on dropping these notes on your DM till you finally set me free."

He kept on typing on my DM.

"Yusuf, stop it, please. It is okay, and I understand your feelings, and I will see what I can do to create that space for you.

Whenever I'm free, we'll see; you can come with your siblings 'cause I want to see them again." I replied

"Thank you, dear, you are a good gift to nature, and this will not scoundrel. I will appreciate you honestly as long there is a passage in my veins and the blood still flows.

I'm assuming your braveness with no control over this, and I will see y'all soon alongside my siblings.

Thank you once more." He replied

As the night deepened, I sat in silence, letting his words wash over me like a gentle tide. The warmth of his affection seeped into my thoughts, igniting an unfamiliar spark within me. Could it be that love was standing at my door, quietly waiting for me to acknowledge it?

I took a deep breath, trying to sort through the chaos in my mind. My life had been a series of challenges, and the notion of love felt both exhilarating and terrifying. What if I opened my heart only to find it shattered? Yet, there was something different about him. His sincerity felt palpable, like a soft whisper in the dark, urging me to let my guard down.

The next morning, as the sun pierced through my curtains, painting the room in golden hues, I couldn’t shake off the thoughts from the previous night. I grabbed my phone, hesitating before opening our chat. Should I reach out? Would it be wise to engage with someone who professed their love so fervently?

I decided to type a message. "Hey," I wrote tentatively. "Can we talk? I think we need to discuss what happened last night."

A few moments passed, and my heart raced as I awaited his response. Finally, my phone chimed.

“Of course, Salma! I’ve been waiting for you to reach out. What’s on your mind?”

I took a moment, gathering my thoughts before pouring them out. “I’ve been thinking about what you said. I appreciate your feelings, but I’m hesitant. Love isn’t something that can be rushed into. We barely know each other.”

“I understand, and I respect that. But I believe in taking chances, especially when it comes to something as beautiful as love. We can take our time to understand each other better. Let’s start with honesty and friendship, and see where it leads us,” he replied.

His words resonated with me. I found comfort in the idea of nurturing a friendship as a foundation for something deeper. “Alright then,” I typed back. “Let’s start fresh. How about we meet for coffee this weekend? Just to talk and get to know each other better.”

“I’d love that! Saturday at 3 PM?” he suggested, and I quickly agreed.

As the week progressed, anticipation built within me. I found myself daydreaming about our meeting, imagining what it would be like to sit across from him, to share laughter and stories, and perhaps to unravel the layers of our lives.

Finally, the day arrived. I chose a cosy café, one that was vibrant yet intimate. I arrived a few minutes early, my heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and nervousness. When he walked in, I felt a rush of emotions. He looked even more charming in person, his smile reaching his eyes as he spotted me.

“Hey, beautiful,” he greeted, pulling out the chair across from me.

“Hi,” I replied, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks.

As we sipped our coffees, the conversation flowed effortlessly. We talked about our families, dreams, and passions. I learned about his love for music and how he spent his nights composing melodies that spoke to his soul. I shared my own aspirations, revealing my hidden dreams and the struggles that had shaped me.

With each passing moment, I felt the walls I had built around my heart begin to crumble. He listened intently, his gaze never wavering, and I could see genuine interest reflected in his eyes. There was something about his presence that made me feel safe.

“So, what do you think about love now?” he asked, leaning in slightly.

I took a deep breath, searching for the right words. “Love is complicated. It can be beautiful, but it can also be painful. I’ve seen both sides, and I’m cautious.”

He nodded, understanding the weight of my words. “That’s fair. But what if love is also about risk? About taking a leap of faith? I’m here, ready to show you that love doesn’t have to be scary.”

I looked at him, searching for any hint of insincerity, but all I found was hope. “You make it sound so easy,” I said softly.

“Maybe it can be, if we let it. Let’s enjoy this journey together, no pressure, just two people exploring what could be,” he suggested.

As the afternoon sun began to set, casting a warm glow around us, I felt a stirring within me. Perhaps it was time to embrace the possibility of love, to allow myself to feel and to trust again.

“Alright,” I said, a smile breaking across my face. “Let’s see where this goes.”

The moment felt pivotal like a door had opened to a new chapter in my life. And as we continued to talk, I couldn’t help but wonder what adventures awaited us on this path we were beginning to tread together.

"Hello, Dad. Good morning, sir," I greeted my father when he called.

"Bless you, dear. I want to tell you something," he replied.

"I met a lady when I traveled for a course. She's from Ethiopia, and I want to marry her, as I mentioned earlier. There will be a secret wedding, but the problem right now is that she will be living with you for some time before I finish building the house where she'll eventually live. My initial plan was to complete the house before the wedding, but our schedule changed, and I just have to do it now. I'm informing you because I want you to be prepared to meet her soon. She's a nice lady, and I believe you will enjoy living with her."

"Okay, sir. I have no problems with that; I'll be waiting to meet her soon," I replied.

"Thank you," he said.

Suleiman, the policeman, had come over for the phone my dad had given me to reach him some time ago. It had been a while since he contacted me, and fortunately, my dad had gotten me a new phone before the call.

I stepped outside the gate to return the phone to him and saw him leaning against his 'Toyota Corolla S,' looking sharp and smelling good. He said, "Hi, Salama. I hope you're doing great. You look more beautiful than usual. I'm sorry; I wasn't here just for the phone, but to talk to you about my feelings for you that have been weighing on my mind.

Since the night we met, I couldn't shake this feeling towards you, and it has become something I can't ignore any longer. I have tried to dismiss it, but here I am. I love you, and I want to know more about you because I would like to marry you."

In my mind, I thought, "What is this? For heaven's sake? I'm too young for this."

He continued, "Indeed, I love you, and if you don’t mind, please help me out of this torment. Keep the phone so we can talk. I stopped calling you because I didn’t want it to seem like I was trying to take advantage of my position, and I tried many ways to quench my feelings, but nothing worked."

At that moment, I felt uneasy standing with him because Yusuf might come out of his house and see us together. I didn't want anyone, including his friends or family members, to interpret our conversation incorrectly. So I said to Suleiman, "Please, let’s just talk on the phone. I was busy when you called. You can keep the phone because my dad has gotten me a new one, which I was going to return before you arrived. My new number is inside; I've saved it with my name, so let’s chat on WhatsApp."

He accepted the phone, thanking me for the moment.