The next morning he was gone mysteriously but I cherished his love, his touch. How I wanted to wake up to his loving touch. But that wasn't going to happen.
Then I got out of bed with nothing but a bed cover over my chest. I did not want to thing of him touching or loving another woman. It hurt me to the point where I look all over his room when I found them. Love letters to some incomprehensible name. The I saw I picture of a slender feminine looking bearded man who has scars all over his left side of the face. The man had a an intimate smile that only lovers have for one another.
I read the back of the photo. In Arabic it's said
My beautiful Faisal is it really you
If you can remember me then come to small mosque
I want to with you in secret
Waleed
My jaw dropped because I remember Faisal praying that his lover would be back on earth. I went to the slums of rhyiad to see this small mosques and found one that looked like in waleed's photos.
I looked inside there was my beloved Faisal and some imam with scars on the left side of his face and womens make up.
As the scared one looked at me I left as fast as possible but he and Faisal caught up to me.
"Jasmine, he just friend. I missed Him."
"Is that waleed."
"Nam, yes" he said. But he's just going to be my personal imam. Jasmine this is waleed awad bin al habib."
Compared to my Faisal this guy was ghost white.
"I told my imam waleed that I was with you now. But he said he saw you and desired you as well as me."
I walked away but I heard a habibi in a feminine voice.
"Yes?"
"I want I touch you beautiful face. I had such beauty too one." Waleed almost sobbed.
Waleed touched my face and then brought it close to mine and then kissed me tenderly. I felt a surge of electricity between us.
"I desire both Faisal and you with all my heart. He said I can be in the palace. "
I went back to the palace a lone as the imam and Faisal was making out in the Mercedes Benz.
That night I did not talk to him.
"Why don't you make love to me habibi,"
"You might just go to your pet imam be with him."
"I want both of you."
Then scared beauty himself came in. It was apparent that Faisal was still in love with him. They were holding hands while talking about Islam and then the started to kiss like he used to kiss me.
I was getting jealous of this spiritual leader who was more beautiful than me.
It hurt me dearly. DEARLY!