Tell Your Father I'm a Muslim

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”Throughout the years the Father did not dare to enter David's room, until one day the Father tried to venture to see his room, the Father found this letter. Read them through, Dear. This is for you. And here is his address. Come and see him. He must be glad seeing you, Dear.

(Read, Son. Here's a letter for you. And this is David's address. Come and meet him. She must be happy to see you.)” Submitted her a wrapped letter

the envelope was on Maryam.

Maryam received it with a trembling hand. The envelope of the letter looked a little worn, signifying it had been quite a long time of its manufacturing age.

He read it slowly in the letter.

*Tomorrow...

Know ye? From the first time I saw you at the school gate, my heart was broken, for some reason. I can't believe you're an******* as my friends at school say, though I really wanted to kick you out of school since I received information from Jardon and Anggel.

At that time I wanted to get well from my pain. I want to get back to school to see the principal to get you out of my school. But everything changed after I looked into your clear blue eyes, after I looked at your eyebrows that were so black and thick that they were so beautiful.

I admire you...

During the night I never stopped hoping to see you.

Ever since that meeting at the bus stop, when you suddenly stopped, I was glued to look at me and talk that you didn't want to walk in front of a man,

then I obey your words and I offer you to want to bike with me – which you finally get – I really feel

happy at the time, Mary. Really happy. I've never been that happy in life.

You need to know, Maryam! I never once felt true happiness, even though I had a foster father who was very affectionate and considerate towards me. I am nothing more than an outcast child who is unwanted and indifferent to the one who gave birth to me.

I've always missed them, Mary. How much I wanted to meet them. Often I stood in front of the church, hoping they would come to see me and take me away to live with them. But to this day they never came to look for me.

Maryam, ever since you existed and were willing to be my lover, - yes, although I could never touch you –, I calmed down a little and forgot about who and what my parents were like. You make me happy, Maryam. Your presence is like my medicine and my sadness all this time.

And in the end everything changed, Maryam, when you told me not to say hello to you again and cut off our relationship.

I'm tormented, Maryam. It was so painful, even though you still opened your heart to me and allowed this love to flow in my heart.

Don't torture me, Maryam. Don't make me sad again after my suffering that thinks too much about who my parents are. Be honest. Can't really

greeting you is the hardest thing to do.

And that day, you broke off our love affair because your parents had chosen a future life partner for you. I'm suffering more and more. Because difference. Because we're not the same. Because I'm a Christian and you're a Muslim. It hurts so bad, Maryam. I feel unable to live anymore, you have made my soul die.

Why is my life never like most people who can feel happiness, enjoy life? Why God never

allow me to once taste the happiness of life I want? Why can't I choose to live with you, Maryam?

I am like the Red Sea, which is always thick in color and never blue like the Indian Ocean.

I miss cycling with you...

I miss the white color of your hijab...

I miss your eyeballs and I miss the shape of your eyebrows...

I want to be like teenagers enjoying their affection in the gardens, under the Eiffel Tower like in novels.

I want to run around the park chasing each other like in Indian movies, Maryam.

I want to enjoy love like that.

Don't you want to feel the same, Maryam?

Don't leave me, Maryam.

I beg!

Come back to me...

I promise I won't touch you, as you requested.

I'll take care of you.

what you call Masjid – that I have not known before.

I'll take you back cycling around New York City like that day.

There are still many beautiful places in this country that I have not introduced to you.

Don't you want that, Maryam?

I know it's very difficult.

This difference cannot be combined.

But relax...

I still have a way..

Ways we can live together.

But you have to promise that after this way I do it with all my heart, you will never leave again, you will not break our relationship.

Tell your father, Maryam..

Tell your father that I'm a Muslim.

So that your father won't marry you to anyone but me.

Because I love you so much and will never be willing if you belong to someone else.

I don't want to suffer anymore, Mary.

That way we'll be able to cycle again.

We will be able to write on a piece of paper during class hours, as we usually do.

Of course you remember, don't you?

We will be able to stand on top of the school building while looking at the beautiful city of New York with no more tears and sadness.

I hate this sadness, Maryam.

I wanted to throw it all the way to the Atlantic Ocean, but I couldn't.

I want us to be happy.

I want us to be able to live together for the rest.

Yes, forever!

Don't you want that?

Wait for me, Maryam!

I'll tell your father that I'm a Muslim*.

Maryam's heart was completely broken at that moment after reading a letter from the man she loved.

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