Ali went down on his knees, his eyes not believing what he was seeing. He peered at her face, asking in fear, "Sophia, is that really you?"
Was it really her? Or someone that looked like her? Was his innermost desire so powerful that it makes him see her in another person? Has he gone mad?
Sophia smiled, her smile lighting up his entire being as she said in that all too familiar voice, "Yes, Ali. I am back."
Ali's face lit up and his eyes sparkled, gulping, "It's really you. Oh my God, it's really you!"
He smiled, his entire face gentle and loving as he came closer, holding her hands, "Sophia, my Sophia …"
He blinked, his brain finally truly registering what had happened, "MY Sofiya."
Sophia … no, Sofiya … smiled again.
Her smile was as sweet and serene, and Ali's felt a lump in his throat. He caressed her cheek, saying, with a hitch in his voice, "I missed you so."
"My wife."
