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Shams... my heart has yearned for this moment, for you, with an agony that transcended time. Two long years felt like an eternity, an unbearable silence without your light, a gaping wound in my soul. Now, by destiny's cruel yet benevolent grace, we are reunited, and I promise you, with every fiber of my being, I will never let you go again. You are not just my fiancée; you are the very beating pulse of my world, the only light in my shadowed existence.

*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.*

Muhammad

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