The Story of Ghassan and Alexandra – Part 7

November 18, 2008 at 6:30 am (Damascus, Syria, family, love, memories)

July 1, 1955

 

My Dearest Alexandra,  

As I sit here at my desk, the sunlight that is now streaming through my window and warming and brightening every surface reminds me of you. Most things remind me of you in one way or another. Every glorious aspect of Damascus in the summertime has a hint of Alexandra. The fresh light of early dawn as it transforms everything in its path, lifting the heavy blanket of night to reveal the splendor of the city. The melodious chatter and laughter of children beneath my window as they fill the streets and alleyways with their play. The eternal turtledove as it lulls us from our afternoon slumber with its soft cooing. The mouthwatering aroma of Damascene cooking as it wafts from every window. The colors of the setting sun as they streak across the evening skies and mingle with the darkness. And the sweet scent of Jasmine as it hangs magnificently in the night air.  

The day we went to Wilhelma constantly runs through my mind like a motion picture. I see your face, your beautiful face, as you looked up at me in the flower market. I remember your eyes wide with awe when you first looked at your surroundings in the park. I think perhaps you belonged there, the loveliest of all the lovely flowers blossoming within. I feel your hand in mine as I led you. It seemed as if it were made just the right size to fit there. I think of our kiss; the softness of your lips filling me with a passion I had never experienced before. And I will never forget our embrace as we parted that day; the warmth of you against me. Those moments will be forever etched in my memory.

I had wished that we were able to see one another a last time before returning to our respective homelands. I wanted to hold your hand again and to feel you in my arms. I regret that I could not tell you how much I’d miss you to your face. Rather, I will have to be satisfied with the sweet echo of your Scottish lilt as I remember it from our phone conversation before your departure. Your passionate words left me reeling both with joy and longing. Now that we are only half way through the summer, that longing has become overwhelming. If only I had a magical chariot that would bring you swiftly here now. But I do not so I must believe that you will write as we agreed.

With this letter I send you my affections and hope that it finds you well and happy. In my mind I am already waiting for you in Stuttgart.

All my devotion,
Ghassan

(to be continued)

5 Comments

  1. abufares said,

    November 18, 2008 at 11:04 am

    Ghassan is going through that \”Nothing can, should, will stop me from being with Alexandra\” phase now.
    He will find a way before the summer is over to be with her again. We only have to wait to find out how :-)

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  2. Katia said,

    November 18, 2008 at 1:24 pm

    I can’t wait for her reply! I have the feeling he’ll find a way to get her to come to him and not the other way around…

    *mushy thought* does that ever happen in real life? whether the letter or the story… :-(

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  3. Gabriela said,

    November 18, 2008 at 3:12 pm

    I’m looking forward to see what’s next. Suspense is at its highest!

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  4. Mariyah said,

    November 18, 2008 at 3:14 pm

    To Abufares and Dania: Thank you for your comments. I shall not spoil the rest of the story by responding directly. :)

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  5. Mariyah said,

    November 18, 2008 at 3:15 pm

    To Gabriela: I will try not to keep you waiting too long!! :) Its nice to see you here again!

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