Everyone wants to know more about Raiza..... So here's a little bit about her....
Raiza had never known poverty or greed. Always content with what she was given, she was completely unlike her mother. Her mother she never knew, and her father never had time. Sattareh he called her when her name was Raiza. She told herself that this was because she was the star of his eyes but many said that it was because she reminded him of Sattareh. Who is Sattareh, you ask ? That's a long story, one that I will tell only with time.
Raiza was tall, as tall as a bamboo tree one might say as t'aarof. With beautiful auburn hair and slender hips, Raiza was definitely an exquisite surprise for tired eyes. Her eyes were a deep shade of green like that of the turquoise waters of the sea. Encompassed in the shape of a fish, her eyes alone would make a man stop in his tracks. Alabaster skin covered her face and was sprinkled with a few freckles that only added to her beauty. High cheek bones and her rosy, luscious lips were the envy of many women in Shiraz. She wore rose oil from the famous red rose gardens of Shiraz. This summoned her arrival to all onlookers who tidied themselves to be in the presence of the princess.
However, Raiza was lonely. Her eyes were always downcast and even though the world around her would give an arm and a leg to be her confidante, she did not feel like sharing the reason for her sorrow. Her father was the Shah who was always in the presence of eternal beauty; be it the queens of harems or nearby fiefdoms. She missed her mother, the lady she did not know. Raiza often went to the cliff to lose her sorrows in the beauty that surrounded her. The entire kingdom knew that when Raiza danced, the Gods were in audience. She danced to express and not to impress. The Raqs Sharqi was a genetic gift to her and she had mastered the Bandari dance as well. But no one knew that Raiza could sing and she sang like the whispering dew that fell on the leaf when no one was watching and yet cooled the thirsty vine.
When she heard Tariq's melody about the Fields of Gold, Raiza's green eyes bore down the tears she had withheld for many years. She wanted to run freely in the field without fear of who knew what about her. She felt like she should share her secret with this stranger who sang from his heart. He would be gone in some time and would never be able to tell any more of her secret than what she revealed. And suddenly, it went quiet. Tariq stopped singing. Her heart sank as she realised that he would never sing for her once he knew her secret. He would never want to even look at her once he knew. But this was the moment, it was now or never. She either let the secret take her down with it or shared it with Tariq and set her soul free. Should Raiza share her secret ? What was so bad that she couldn't even tell a stranger ?
Raiza had never known poverty or greed. Always content with what she was given, she was completely unlike her mother. Her mother she never knew, and her father never had time. Sattareh he called her when her name was Raiza. She told herself that this was because she was the star of his eyes but many said that it was because she reminded him of Sattareh. Who is Sattareh, you ask ? That's a long story, one that I will tell only with time.
Raiza was tall, as tall as a bamboo tree one might say as t'aarof. With beautiful auburn hair and slender hips, Raiza was definitely an exquisite surprise for tired eyes. Her eyes were a deep shade of green like that of the turquoise waters of the sea. Encompassed in the shape of a fish, her eyes alone would make a man stop in his tracks. Alabaster skin covered her face and was sprinkled with a few freckles that only added to her beauty. High cheek bones and her rosy, luscious lips were the envy of many women in Shiraz. She wore rose oil from the famous red rose gardens of Shiraz. This summoned her arrival to all onlookers who tidied themselves to be in the presence of the princess.
However, Raiza was lonely. Her eyes were always downcast and even though the world around her would give an arm and a leg to be her confidante, she did not feel like sharing the reason for her sorrow. Her father was the Shah who was always in the presence of eternal beauty; be it the queens of harems or nearby fiefdoms. She missed her mother, the lady she did not know. Raiza often went to the cliff to lose her sorrows in the beauty that surrounded her. The entire kingdom knew that when Raiza danced, the Gods were in audience. She danced to express and not to impress. The Raqs Sharqi was a genetic gift to her and she had mastered the Bandari dance as well. But no one knew that Raiza could sing and she sang like the whispering dew that fell on the leaf when no one was watching and yet cooled the thirsty vine.
When she heard Tariq's melody about the Fields of Gold, Raiza's green eyes bore down the tears she had withheld for many years. She wanted to run freely in the field without fear of who knew what about her. She felt like she should share her secret with this stranger who sang from his heart. He would be gone in some time and would never be able to tell any more of her secret than what she revealed. And suddenly, it went quiet. Tariq stopped singing. Her heart sank as she realised that he would never sing for her once he knew her secret. He would never want to even look at her once he knew. But this was the moment, it was now or never. She either let the secret take her down with it or shared it with Tariq and set her soul free. Should Raiza share her secret ? What was so bad that she couldn't even tell a stranger ?
I know you are eager to know what's next but...
"There is no great achievement that is not the result of patient working and waiting ....
- J. G. Holland."
Until next time my darlings ....
Love,
S.
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