What happened to me and my beloved Sarah?

Chapter 1  My name is Bashar and I am from Kurdistan. My job is as a cameraman for television and I also work in a university restaurant. I liked Persian myself. I wanted to have a friend who knew Persian. One day I saw someone on f*******: whose name was Kurdish. She was a Kurdish woman. The articles were Persian. I looked up and saw that She was a friend from school. Then I sent him an add and a greeting. She accepted me and replied to my letter. From here, the door to everything gradually opened. The door was opened to things I had never thought of or wanted. After greetings and how are you. We got to know each other. She said I am a wife, an owner, a husband and a child. I said I'm single and you're my sister. We introduced ourselves more and then I asked her where she was from and where she lived. She said he was from Penjwen and lived in Piramagrun. I was very shocked. I asked her if he lived in Piramagrun. Where I lived.. She said yes. I said where is your house? She said near Mullah Mahmoud's mosque. I have knowledge of the whole town. We talked little by little every day. Then we would talk on the phone. We were talking on camera. Her husband was an Iranian businessman. She wouldn't come home in 6 months. Her child was 2 years old. After that, we talked on the phone for two hours. I had a photocopy shop . She came to me every day. We continued that way. Until one day She hugged her and started crying and said I like you. She said I was in love with you. My whole soul was filled with water. It was the first time something like this had happened to me when I was 22. He was 36 years old. She said I love you. Oh, that dark day. I refused. I said you have a husband and children now. I can't. Well, we'll leave each other. I said okay. But we couldn't give up on each other either. I said I called you to teach me Persian. Not in love and those things. She said well finished Another day later it started again in the same way. She said I just love you. You are in my mind.. I refused a second time. I didn't like that. Then he said, "Well, I'll stop. I said okay. We started talking again. This time She cried and said I can't leave you. If he leaves me and you, I'll kill myself. I said I can't. You have a husband and children. We are Muslims. That is not allowed. She was crying and angry and said She still loves you. I won't leave you. I had to accept it. After that, the phones changed. We talked about love and romance. I was very, very scared at first. Because it was my first time. Other people start their first relationship with a 14-year-old girl. I have my first relationship with a 36 year old woman with a husband and children. We continued to talk and call. After that, we gradually sent pictures to each other. After that, one day we decided to meet for the first time. We set the date and went to Sulaimani to Azadi Park. I bought him a gift. They included several books. We were together until late and then it was late and we took a taxi back together. We sat in the back and She got in the middle and the taxi drove off. We were on our way. For the first time, She said, "Give me your hand. I couldn't. Because those things were all my first times. But I put my hand in his for half an hour. Until we got back to our town. After that, I took him home. On the way, we kept our hands in each other's. We were talking. When we got closer to home, She kissed me and went home. But we always talked on the phone. After that, at night I always thought about the day we were together, what we did and what we ate. We continued to talk on the phone and She came to my shop every day. She would send pictures at night and we would have a good time and we would talk until 4 am and I would go to work at 8 am. We used to go to Sulaymaniyah and go to the market. Until one day her husband appeared near us but did not see me and we were separated for several hours. After that we would take the bus back and sit in the back and do everything until we got home. Most of the time we fought because She said we couldn't get married. My mother would not agree that I should marry a widow. That she had a husband was still very difficult. It was culturally and religiously inappropriate. How many times did we decide to quit But we still couldn't. She always cried. Every night we liked to go out for walks together. Either by car or on foot. Once She said romantically, "Put that cheese in my mouth. I handed him the cheese. She was angry. She wanted me to give him his cheese by mouth. We continued to go out, talk on the phone, send pictures, think and plan for the future. There were several meetings we went together. We had our minds side by side 24 hours a day. Sometimes we fall asleep while on the phone. When we went out, she would bring her child with her. I didn't have a car. I was taking my friend's car to go out of town that night for a walk and have fun. My mother would call and say where are you not coming back. Well, Mom, leave me alone at that nice time. One special night we had no one at home, so I brought him home. but!!!