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.
Leila moves through the crowded bazaar, the world around her a blur of voices and colours, but her focus is on one thing, finding him. Qais. He’s here, waiting for her.
She was the kind of beauty that turns heads. But of all the people who admired her, she knew, no one loved her like he did.
Their story was never about a single moment. It was a hundred little ones, small and ordinary, until suddenly, they weren’t. He spoke to her like she mattered, listened like her thoughts were worth something. And then she started noticing things, the way his gaze lingered a little longer, the way he felt like home.
Qais never believed in hiding his love. He poured it into words, into poetry. He wanted the world to know. But the world wasn’t kind to a love that refused to be silenced. They called him mad, too reckless, too much. And her family, afraid of what people would say, married her off, tore her from the only person who had ever truly been hers.
She tried her best, but life had other plans. And when Qais found out, he left, disappearing into the desert. She never saw him again, but some nights, when the breeze was just right, she swore she could still hear him calling her name.
Then came the news. The kind that steals the breath from your lungs. He was gone. And with him, something inside her went silent, too.
After all, some love stories aren’t meant for this world, for they are too fierce, too wild, too boundless.
