Jerusalem

Chapter 35 (Back to you)

      The news channel doesn't tell you who lived or died , just tells you how many deaths and of course the outcome of War, who won and who lost.

I couldn't believe my ears, listening to the announcement. Jerusalem is ours one more time which was amazing. Only my heart jumped out of place knowing i would get to see him again. I mean the stupid news channel would say if the commander of the army was dead.

I slammed the door behind me, jumped in my car and drove at top speed, heading to the airport. I looked around and saw all of these people gathered around and I couldn't see when did they have the time to get here. I guess Egyptians just love celebrating. I knew the minute they stepped in as everyone started cheering and I heard them call your name and I was all but jumping up and down. Youssef, you are here, you are here. I felt floating above the clouds. And I ran, I ran as fast as I could, slipping between the crowds, trying to get to you. When I was in the front row, I met your grey eyes and I don't think that I ever felt happier in my entire life. God, I missed you. I found myself passing those barriers and I don't how but I was up in your arms, my legs wrapped around your waist and my lips against yours.

And suddenly there was silence after all that noise and I heard people clapping, clapping?!

I opened my eyes slowly and yes they were clapping for us. It was almost like a show. But I looked straight into your eyes again and I just kissed you. Because honestly who cares? You are back and I love you to death Youssef Mohammed. I would practically scream it out to the whole world.

"We won" you said and God, I missed your voice , your deep warm voice.

"You won" I said because it was all you, Youssef. It was your war, your plan, your fight and you won.

"Mariam..." He said and I fell in love with my name.

"I think we should get out of here." I chuckled but you didn't. You just nodded , put me down and we walked out. Your car was waiting and I glanced behind me and saw Omar, his hand over Mayar's shoulder. Mayar, when did she come here? I didn't know but I didn't give it much thought. I got in his car and he waited for me to put the seat belt as always. The ride was silent, he didn't say anything. And I actually understood perfectly. This was War. No one gets out as he got in. I kept gazing at him, I didn't want to see what I saw. But I did, I saw a pain that I knew very well. There is nothing compared to this kind of pain. I saw the pain of losing...losing someone you love. And suddenly my mind snapped into a conclusion. I don't know how I didn't notice the obvious. How did my mind skip that? Where was he? I kept searching the images in my mind but no...he wasn't there. I didn't have one glimpse of him. ALI

Ali...no way...no way in hell....

I looked at Youssef sideways and I could see it, written all over his face.

Ali is dead