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UNCONDITIONAL LOVE
*UNCONDITIONAL LOVE*
Once upon a time, in a quaint little
Town nestled by the banks of a meandering river, two souls found each other. Hammād, a spirited young boy of twelve, and Haya, a girl with eyes that held galaxies .
Their school stood as a silent witness to their blossoming friendship where they met.
As the seasons changed, so did their feelings. The sun-kissed days turned into moonlit nights, and Hammād discovered a love that transcended mere friendship. He would steal glances at Haya during the classes, his heart was racing as if it was competing with the river’s current.
One day, Hammād gathered his courage and confessed his love to Haya. His words hung in the air like the delicate petals of a lotus, waiting for her response. But Haya, wise beyond her years, hesitated. She feared the uncertainties that love brought—the future, responsibilities, and the unknown.
Weeks passed, and Hammād’s heartache grew. He watched Haya from afar, her laughter echoing across the schoolyard. Yet, she remained distant, her heart guarded by invisible walls. Hammād wondered if love was meant to be this painful.
Then, one fateful afternoon, Haya sought him out. Her eyes held a mixture of longing and regret. She had come to speak about their love, to unravel the threads that bound them. But Hammād, wounded by her earlier rejection, turned her away. He couldn’t bear the ache of unrequited love any longer.
Time flowed like the river, and life took its course. Haya, at eighteen, married a man chosen by her family. Hammād, unable to witness her wedding, left the town but she asked him to come and surprisingly the young man did as asked. Then He wandered through distant valleys, seeking solace in the mountains’ embrace. Yet, his heart remained tethered to the girl who had once been his universe.
Years passed, In the heart of the bustling city, the City Hospital stood as a beacon of hope for many. Among its many visitors was Hammad, whose mother's sudden illness had brought them to its doors. As he sat by her bedside, a doctor's request sent him on an errand to the basement pharmacy, a journey that would unexpectedly intertwine his path with a familiar soul.
The sterile corridors echoed with the urgent wheels of a stretcher carrying a woman in labor. The cries of pain and anticipation were a stark contrast to the usual silence of the hospital's halls. Hammad's heart skipped a beat; the voice, though strained, struck a chord within him. Drawn by a force he couldn't explain, he followed the procession until destiny revealed its hand—it was Haya, now on the verge of motherhood.
Before he could utter a word, the doctor's firm voice cut through the air, directing everyone away from the operation theatre. The door closed with a definitive thud, leaving Hammad with a whirlwind of emotions and a story to tell.
Returning to his mother, he recounted the encounter, only to be met with her gentle chiding. "Why did you leave from there? You should have stayed," she said. But Hammad, with tears brimming in his eyes, could only reply, "No, Mom, I can't!"
The dawn of a new day brought with it his mother's wisdom. "You should go and greet her for her newborn," she urged. With a heavy heart and Haya's favorite flowers in hand, Hammad made his way to ward 18, where life was celebrated with each new breath.
Stepping into the pediatric ward, he was greeted by the sight of Haya, cradling her bundle of joy. The flowers were a silent testament to their shared past, and her smile was a bridge to their rekindled connection. "Thanks for coming! You still remember my favorite flowers," she said, her voice a mix of surprise and warmth.
As the hours slipped by, they spoke of everything and nothing, their conversation a tapestry of memories and dreams. Hammad's visit, though born of chance, became a moment of healing, a reminder that even in the most unexpected places, life could bloom in the most beautiful of ways.
“Hammād,” she whispered, her voice fragile like a butterfly’s wings. “Why did you leave?”
He smiled, tears blurring his vision. “To keep you safe, Haya. To bless your journey.”
And then, in that fragile moment, he confessed, “I’ve loved you all these years, even when you became someone else’s wife.”
Haya’s eyes filled with tears. “And I’ve loved you too, Hammād. But life had other plans.”
The sun disappeared and
moon bathed them in silver light, “Promise me one thing,” he said. “Remember our love, even if it remains unspoken.”
Haya nodded, her wedding ring glinting in the moonlight. “Unconditional love,” she whispered.
And so, they stood there—the boy who had loved too fiercely and the woman who had chosen duty over desire. Their hearts entwined, their souls forever connected by the river’s gentle flow.
For love, my dear reader, is not always about possession. It’s about the moments shared, the sacrifices made, and the silent prayers whispered into the night. Hammād and Haya knew this truth—they had lived it.
And as the stars painted constellations above, they parted ways once more, carrying their love like a secret treasure. Hammād disappeared into the night, leaving behind a promise etched in stardust: “Unconditional love knows no boundaries.”
2nd of April 2024.
As the clock Whispers 4:26 Am.
Embrace the unknown.
© Sayed Muntazir
Once upon a time, in a quaint little
Town nestled by the banks of a meandering river, two souls found each other. Hammād, a spirited young boy of twelve, and Haya, a girl with eyes that held galaxies .
Their school stood as a silent witness to their blossoming friendship where they met.
As the seasons changed, so did their feelings. The sun-kissed days turned into moonlit nights, and Hammād discovered a love that transcended mere friendship. He would steal glances at Haya during the classes, his heart was racing as if it was competing with the river’s current.
One day, Hammād gathered his courage and confessed his love to Haya. His words hung in the air like the delicate petals of a lotus, waiting for her response. But Haya, wise beyond her years, hesitated. She feared the uncertainties that love brought—the future, responsibilities, and the unknown.
Weeks passed, and Hammād’s heartache grew. He watched Haya from afar, her laughter echoing across the schoolyard. Yet, she remained distant, her heart guarded by invisible walls. Hammād wondered if love was meant to be this painful.
Then, one fateful afternoon, Haya sought him out. Her eyes held a mixture of longing and regret. She had come to speak about their love, to unravel the threads that bound them. But Hammād, wounded by her earlier rejection, turned her away. He couldn’t bear the ache of unrequited love any longer.
Time flowed like the river, and life took its course. Haya, at eighteen, married a man chosen by her family. Hammād, unable to witness her wedding, left the town but she asked him to come and surprisingly the young man did as asked. Then He wandered through distant valleys, seeking solace in the mountains’ embrace. Yet, his heart remained tethered to the girl who had once been his universe.
Years passed, In the heart of the bustling city, the City Hospital stood as a beacon of hope for many. Among its many visitors was Hammad, whose mother's sudden illness had brought them to its doors. As he sat by her bedside, a doctor's request sent him on an errand to the basement pharmacy, a journey that would unexpectedly intertwine his path with a familiar soul.
The sterile corridors echoed with the urgent wheels of a stretcher carrying a woman in labor. The cries of pain and anticipation were a stark contrast to the usual silence of the hospital's halls. Hammad's heart skipped a beat; the voice, though strained, struck a chord within him. Drawn by a force he couldn't explain, he followed the procession until destiny revealed its hand—it was Haya, now on the verge of motherhood.
Before he could utter a word, the doctor's firm voice cut through the air, directing everyone away from the operation theatre. The door closed with a definitive thud, leaving Hammad with a whirlwind of emotions and a story to tell.
Returning to his mother, he recounted the encounter, only to be met with her gentle chiding. "Why did you leave from there? You should have stayed," she said. But Hammad, with tears brimming in his eyes, could only reply, "No, Mom, I can't!"
The dawn of a new day brought with it his mother's wisdom. "You should go and greet her for her newborn," she urged. With a heavy heart and Haya's favorite flowers in hand, Hammad made his way to ward 18, where life was celebrated with each new breath.
Stepping into the pediatric ward, he was greeted by the sight of Haya, cradling her bundle of joy. The flowers were a silent testament to their shared past, and her smile was a bridge to their rekindled connection. "Thanks for coming! You still remember my favorite flowers," she said, her voice a mix of surprise and warmth.
As the hours slipped by, they spoke of everything and nothing, their conversation a tapestry of memories and dreams. Hammad's visit, though born of chance, became a moment of healing, a reminder that even in the most unexpected places, life could bloom in the most beautiful of ways.
“Hammād,” she whispered, her voice fragile like a butterfly’s wings. “Why did you leave?”
He smiled, tears blurring his vision. “To keep you safe, Haya. To bless your journey.”
And then, in that fragile moment, he confessed, “I’ve loved you all these years, even when you became someone else’s wife.”
Haya’s eyes filled with tears. “And I’ve loved you too, Hammād. But life had other plans.”
The sun disappeared and
moon bathed them in silver light, “Promise me one thing,” he said. “Remember our love, even if it remains unspoken.”
Haya nodded, her wedding ring glinting in the moonlight. “Unconditional love,” she whispered.
And so, they stood there—the boy who had loved too fiercely and the woman who had chosen duty over desire. Their hearts entwined, their souls forever connected by the river’s gentle flow.
For love, my dear reader, is not always about possession. It’s about the moments shared, the sacrifices made, and the silent prayers whispered into the night. Hammād and Haya knew this truth—they had lived it.
And as the stars painted constellations above, they parted ways once more, carrying their love like a secret treasure. Hammād disappeared into the night, leaving behind a promise etched in stardust: “Unconditional love knows no boundaries.”
2nd of April 2024.
As the clock Whispers 4:26 Am.
Embrace the unknown.
© Sayed Muntazir
