An ode to a love story that was never meant to be.
They were just two kids who found comfort in each other. Leila and Qais. Best friends.
They grew up side by side,and somewhere along the way, their friendship became something more.
In the heart of a bustling bazaar, Qais stands, lost in thought, lost in love. A pen in one hand, a letter in the other, as he waits for Leila.
Their story was never about a single moment. It was a hundred little ones, stolen glances, whispered laughter, the scent of roses that surrounded her like a secret only he understood. Somewhere between friendship and something deeper, Qais found himself staring just a second too long, feeling just a little too much, and he knew… This was love.
But love like theirs wasn’t meant for this world. He spoke of it too loudly, wore it too openly. Where he saw devotion, they saw madness. Where he saw poetry, they saw shame. And so, they took her away.
So, he left. Into the desert, where the sands did not judge, and the wind did not shush his love. He wrote her name into the dunes, knowing the wind would blow it away. But still, he wrote. And when the scent of roses drifted past him, he closed his eyes, pretending, just for a moment, that she was near.
But longing can only keep a heart beating for so long. And in the end, his love story ended the way it began… with words he never got to say, and a love that was never his to keep.
