The silence of the strings..

part 32

"32"

Beautiful red Milan morning dawn. Perero looks at the woman and washes his face with cold water. But his heart was like a raging fire. He went to the mission in which he hesitated between fire and water. The fire of longing and the waters of revenge.

*[ . There is no depressive spirit except one who seeks the safety of the Beloved. So take it easy, Fouad. A bolt of pain shouted from the unseen. A person does not taste remorse except after taking revenge. It dulls feelings. And ideas are lazy. And sorrows accumulate. The one we love the most, the one we love to hurt the most. Because of the raging waves of revenge against ourselves. And foolishness is the theft of life. May our hands, missing for peace, strangle us. ] *

A smiling Teresa sits next to Sperenza and Gabriella in front of the National Agricultural Bank. Milan. Gabriella and Sperenza exchanged hugs and kisses for her with eagerness, as if they were bidding her farewell and saying... "Be sure, my love, that we love you and you promised us that you will live life in peace and fulfill your wishes." Wishes, and beware of never giving up, no matter how harsh life is. By waving your hands at the moon, it is enough to fill your eyes with hope and light. Let darkness rule the place, and let fear embrace Teresa's painful ribs. Their traces disappear and Teresa runs here and there searching for them, but she turns to the burning fire and finds Gabriella and Sperenza waving to her and saying goodbye. They head towards the fire, and she runs towards them, but when she approaches the place, she moves further away until she falls into a hole and finds the hole in which her father, George, embraces and consoles her. She was screaming, saying: "My sister Sprenza and my mother Gabriella. Don't go. I need you, no, no." .
Teresa wakes from her dream, horrified to find herself naked under the covers. She turns to Julian and finds him praying the Muslim prayer. She was surprised and waited until he finished praying. Mouwasin approached her and placed a strawberry kiss on her delicious cheek. He wrote her a poem telling about the first day he saw her. "Listen, my love, to what my heart has written to you. ♡°•°~* The sun has become a deer for you... and the chirping of the birds is your melody
.. And the garden smelled for you verses.. So here is the pulse of my heart.. My heart was before you.. Like a dark spider's house.. But after the whisper of your laugh.. They became a spring enchanted by your air.. And the light of your name on my heart is hope.. and My life is my feeling after Dama's death for years... I have no help, for the air is the ruler of Jaber...°•°♡

So Teresa smiled happily with her rainy green eyes and asked him with love. "Oh Julian, what beautiful words. My love, thanks for being by my side, but do you love me? And will you promise to never leave me alone?" Khulian replied, looking with the radiance of his hazel eyes. "It is impossible for me to leave my soul and not leave you. Theresa, I love you so much." Let Teresa smile with joy and embrace him like the embrace of the trees on the earth, a pure embrace that is filled only by the whiteness of their hearts, which are filled with faith in the love of the soul towards each other. This is how love is. Through it, minds and souls are purified. There is nothing among them except giving tirelessly. Nothing brings them together except love, and nothing separates them except death.

Sperenza goes to school with her friends. All her thoughts were about her sister, Teresa. where is she? Then she met her friend Diana. to calls her. "Diana Diana." Diana looks at her, then gestures to her and comes to her. Diana smiles and says. "Good morning, Sperenza. How are you and how is Teresa? I haven't seen her for two days." Sperenza replied with a smile. "Thank you, we're fine, but she wasn't with you?" Diana furrowed her eyebrows in surprise. "No, but Why . Did anything bad happen?" Sperenza responds anxiously. "No, no, but yesterday there was a problem between her and my father and she hasn't returned yet, so I ask you if you know where she is." Diana replied with a disappointed look. "No, but I'm saying I think she's with Professor Julian, because I haven't seen him for two days either." A smile appeared on her lips and she continued speaking. "But if I see her at university, I will tell you about her." Sprenza answered after a period of silence. "Okay, thank you Diana, and I apologize if I upset you." Diana replied with a broad, hopeful smile. "No, you didn't bother me at all, but if there is no objection, you can meet after the end of my university shift and we go to Julian, as I am sure that she is with him." Sperenza replied with an admiring smile. "Okay, no objection. We will meet at the National Agricultural Bank at three o'clock in the afternoon." So Sprenza bids her farewell and leaves, her mind and heart fighting against both Perero and Teresa.

George and Lina were standing in front of the door of Julian's house, knocking. Knock knock. The door opened and George's heart exploded with joy. It was Teresa, his daughter, smiling from the opening of the door. Teresa looked at her father silently, tears streaming down her eyelids. Until she throws herself into her father's arms after Julian told her about everything that happened to her father and that he was not at fault for what happened to your mother or to you. The scene here is like the scene of the moon when it is full. It has serenity and high impact. To draw a picture of me between the threads of my imagination. Simulate it. on .
°•°•°~The relationship between father and daughter is like the poet's relationship with the moon. They excel at inspiring speech and sincere giving. The most beautiful verses described are about a father and his daughter. This embrace is felt only by those who feel it. A father's hug to his daughter is unlike any other hug. He is like Christ who heals pain and paints incomplete dreams. The father is the one who influences us the most, whether negatively or positively. Through it we become strong, through it we overcome, through it we improve, and through it we make mistakes. But there are those who destroy this spiritual feeling between father . She finds him an orphan, even though his father is alive and walking on his shoulders. A good father is the most beautiful blessing that God bestows after health. One of the biggest calamities is a bad father after health. Therefore, I say to every father, be generous with your giving. Your embrace makes the impossible possible. So it starts with you. Reforming the family, society and the universe. Be a companion of the heart no matter how hard life is for you. Do not be a father until you are sure that you are characterized by giving. These are the most important qualities of a father. Giving is not just money, but your love, it is the most valuable thing we get. We picture the bad from the father and we picture the good from the father.~°•°•°•°