‘‘Love of The Internet’’ 💍♥
️Part 9
(Love Story)
Whenever the situation is
bad for me, what I calm down are religious scholars who think they are better
than other people and you will not face discrimination and prejudice.
They told me that they
will take me around the neighborhood while we have dinner at the hotel. I have
no thanks but they made it difficult for me to have dinner before I get in the
car. Finally, I went with the car as they told me and he moved with us to the
hotel. Abu Tafseer said to me: We are talking to each other at the hotel. I
said hi, with the intention: I knew in love that the girl who loves the person
who is suffering is more than me. We both stayed at the hotel and the other guy
drove the car first. We sat down and ordered dinner together. My phone rang
with a loud song, and I was shocked and jumped to the sky and turned it off in
my pocket, without looking to see who it was.
After a while I went out
to turn off the sound, but to my surprise Sawda called me! I will talk to her father;
I can't talk to the teacher. What about the person you love who called you for
the first time in his life and you cut him off? It's something that only a true
lover or empath knows. I put the phone out of my pocket and Yusuf started
talking to me. He asked and answered a few questions about whether he studies
and such. Uncle, the girl learns, first of all. Hey uncle. So, you are a young
man and you can't take the responsibility of raising a family. Uncle, learn
something when you become a big man and self-sufficient as the culture and
religion used to be, the girl will be finished. But one thing I want from you
is that you don't distract yourself from your studies and you don't talk to the
wall with my daughter, that's all I want.
I'll do anything with
fear or let it go and I'm crazy about it.
The preacher told me to
observe prayer and change the way I dress and shave. I told my uncle what he
said. You had dinner and we went outside. He told me: the car is coming for us and
we will drop it in the neighborhood, but I refused. I said: I am interested in
the market, uncle, thank you, good night. Uncle, that's how we know each other.
When I left, I took out the phone and said to myself: call Sawda back. Only God
knows how interested I am in her words and how much I long for her. I was
shocked that there were eight calls on my screen! And the first time I did it!
I called urgently but it
hung up when it rang twice. I repeated it maybe four more times, but unfortunately,
she didn't listen. I thought: Write a message on WhatsApp and tell her what
happened first and that you were with her father when she called him and you
didn't do it. But another strange thing I went to her whats app. The photo spot
has a little one on it and we used to be in the same class at the old school I
transferred from!
I saw my phone ringing
and Sawda's name appeared, and I jumped with joy and grabbed it. Brother Munir,
what is your situation? I'm good Sawda from your side? It's hard brother. Where
did father take you and what did he say to you today? I laughed and said: he
took me to the mosque and he welcomed me. I was told that my hair was cut and I
hid it from the girl while she was studying, but she understands what her
father is saying. She said to me: it is good if only good father welcomed you.
He is busy with his clothes and his hair. He didn't care about that, the old
man is a gentleman, I jumped in. Hey brother, don't honor God, she said.
I want to tell her my
love and ask her what she thinks and how she sees me, but I don't know where to
start. Munir, why did you keep quiet? I heard her saying. I too am swimming in
waves of thought when and where to start. I said do you have time to talk for a
while? She said: I wanted to sleep but I will talk to you for a while brother.
I said: We haven't talked to you yet, today when I came to the neighborhood,
mom and dad were accompanying us to the meeting and I couldn't talk to you
much. Yes, brother in the neighborhood I felt that you could not tell me this much.
So, Brother Sawda, I
really wanted to go out of my way since the first day I saw you at school. Day
and night, morning, afternoon and every hour I think about you and how I can
tell you something or approach you. I have never seen anyone who has had such
an impact on me before you. So, I'm a victim of love who can't sleep because of
you. Now, teacher, I don't know what I'm talking to you and the speech is very
confusing for him, but I know that I love you.
She intervened in the
conversation and said: I have a question for you, brother? Go ahead and ask me
a hundred questions if you want. She said: I love you brother, I just
understood what you said, and that's what all the boys say to me, so why are
you different from other boys? I said: I cannot tell you what I am different
from, and it is possible that some teachers who are more talkative than me are
not telling the truth. Only when you get to know me more about my personality
and who I am will you know what makes me different. So now in your heart give
me a chance to earn my love and you get to know me like this Sawda?
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