I Miss her


I miss her, yes I do and I'm saying it loud. I miss her more with every second passes. I love her more and more day after day. I thirst for the time I can see her every day. I long for the day her eyes meet mine, hold her hands in mine. I pine for the day our hearts hug. I crave for the day she'll come crying and get in my lap, wiping her tears by my napkin. I miss the moment I put a golden necklace around her neck.

With every beat my heart beats I eager more to the first kiss. My yearning for the first touch is like a thirsty man's yearning for water. My heart dreams of that cold nights when we would sleep holding each other to get warm. My happiness the day I take her to hospital to give birth for her first baby is like a bird flying freely after long prison.

You may ask who she is. I'll tell you that she's my love "Somayya*". I really eager to seeing her smile when I call hey "my Somayya" and tell her that all people have one sky but I have two, all peoples' sky and you my love.

I worry so much not having her, but, my worry is gone when I see her in my dreams. My worry is gone when I see every conversation we have specially that one in the hospital. Her words that day are like music in my ears. She said " I love you like no one have loved another… I love you Dad".
May Allah endow me with her

* Somaya is a name means a little sky in arabic


Asim Al Sayed Saif Al Nasr


2-1-2009