“Growing up is never easy. You hold on to things that were. You wonder what's to come. But that night, I think we knew it was time to let go of what had been, and look ahead to what would be. Other days. New days. Days to come. The thing is, we didn't have to hate each other for getting older. We just had to forgive ourselves... for growing up.”
- The Wonder Years.
Every once in a while, we traipse into memories that make us who we are today. It could be a song, a poem, a verse, a phrase or even a silence. Here's to a song that reminds me of one of my favorite couples. The song goes like this:
- The Wonder Years.
Every once in a while, we traipse into memories that make us who we are today. It could be a song, a poem, a verse, a phrase or even a silence. Here's to a song that reminds me of one of my favorite couples. The song goes like this:
"Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in the fields of gold"
This is a story about Raiza and Tariq.
Tariq was a lover, never one to doubt the way or wills of God, he followed his heart and his mind told him right against wrong. While Raiza was a free spirit. She did exactly what she wanted, when she wanted and with the people she wanted to be with. Tariq was a gifted singer and in his free time, sang at an Arab lounge, "Azizam". He sang love ballads, Arab dance tunes as well as soulful music. His friends often coaxed him to quit singing and go out with them, sit around roadside cafes, smoke Shisha and eye young, beautiful Arab women. But Tariq was different. He did not appreciate objectifying women and was taught better by his mother.
One evening, Tariq drove to his favorite place in all of the city, a cliff overlooking the Persian Gulf. He sat there singing 'Fields of Gold' until he heard a girl ask, "Why did you stop?" He set his eyes on the girl and was at a loss for words. Had he ever seen anything more beautiful ? Like the moon has stepped down from the sky to speak with him ....
More on this story, in my next post.....
More on this story, in my next post.....
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