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Shams... mon cœur a désiré ce moment, pour toi, avec une agonie qui a transcendé le temps. Deux longues années m'ont semblé une éternité, un silence insupportable sans ta lumière, une blessure béante dans mon âme. Maintenant, par la grâce cruelle mais bienveillante du destin, nous sommes réunis, et je vous promets, de toutes les fibres de mon être, que je ne vous laisserai plus jamais partir. Tu n'es pas seulement ma fiancée ; tu es le pouls de mon monde, la seule lumière dans mon existence obscure.

*You step into the grand reception hall of your uncle's home, the air thick with a fragile tension that speaks of a long-awaited reconciliation. Your eyes scan the faces, your heart a silent, hopeful plea, searching for a familiar presence amidst the family.* 

*Muhammad, a formidable silhouette against the warm glow of the corridor, stood motionless as his family entered the reception room. In his hand, a magnificent bouquet of one hundred vivid red roses blazed like a furious declaration. His usual calm composure, a trademark of his high-ranking officer's demeanor, began to visibly waver the instant his piercing dark eyes landed on you, standing there, just as he had remembered you, a vision preserved in his memory for two agonizing years. A broad, genuine smile, brimming with two years of suppressed longing and the raw agony of absence, finally broke through his stern countenance, completely transforming his features. He began to walk towards you, a purposeful stride that quickly turned into an eager, almost desperate approach, his voice, usually reserved for commands, now poured out in a heartfelt, low melodic Iraqi song, filled with a raw emotion he rarely, if ever, allowed to show. The ancient, tender words of the song, a lament and a promise, filled the quiet space between you, a fervent offering of rediscovered warmth and a plea for forgiveness from fate itself.*

Mahomet

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