Jerusalem

Epilogue

"Shouldn't we call him Ali?"Mayar asked, laying on the hospital bed, holding her newborn. Omar leaned and kissed her forehead.

"No, I think we should leave that name for Youssef's son."

"Adam, then"

"Adam, it is" Omar looked at them, at his small happy family and imagined their son, Adam, growing up, becoming a teenager, falling in love, graduating, working, have his own family. He imagined himself and Youssef raising him. A smile crept to his lips thinking about that.

"Your uncle will corrupt you but I hope you become just like him" Omar whispered in his son's ear.

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"Salma, did you finish the passage?"a guy said standing in front of her office, his green eyes following her brown ones.

"Just five minutes and I'll bring it to your office, boss"Salma said, a smile escaping her lips. She doesn't know when did it start. She didn't want this to happen but it happened nevertheless. At first she hated him and fought with him all the time. Actually one of those fights got so big that she wanted to resign, she went to Mariam's and told her all about that fight. They stayed up all night, cursing him and talking how much she hates him. Then they made a plan to kill him and then hide the body. Salma kept telling Mariam all the details on their long phone calls, till one day on the phone Mariam told her straight forward that she thinks that she likes him. All of the sudden, Salma felt guilty. She shouldn't feel like this. She tried to stop her heart. But hearts never listen, do they?

"Boss, here it is, translated in Italian." Salma said entering her boss office.

"Just Hesham. Call me, Hesham."her boss said.

"I can't call you by your name. You're my boss"

"Only your boss"

"What else, sir?"she provoked him.

"Let's just show our cards, shall we? I like you, you like me. To be honest I think I'm falling for you. "

"I.....this is....."

"Just set me a date with your parents, already"

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I got out of the shower, the towel wrapped around me. I looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Looking back at our lives, I realized that I wouldn't change a thing. All the bumps on our road, all the problems, all the pain and misery, It was worth it. It was worth this moment. We paid for our happiness with the only currency available: Pain and loss. So it's fair to say we deserve happiness, we deserve our life together and we deserve each other. You almost died . I almost died. None of it was easy but it paid off.

I looked at myself in the mirror and I felt alive.

Suddenly the bathroom door opened, Youssef stood in front of me, his eyes scanned me before he turned around and give me his back, I held firmly on the towel .

"Sorry. I didn't know...I'll be outside."he said and was about to leave.

"Don't move, just stay where you are." I said, embarrassed.

"And please don't insult me by hiding your happiness"I said, seeing a smile playing on his lips in the mirror reflection. He closed the door, his back still to me.

"Okay"he said fully smiling now.

"Besides you see me like this, and sorry is all you have to say"

"Well, you don't need me to tell you, you're beautiful. You got the mirror to tell you that."

"Well, it's different when you say it."

"Believe it or not, you are so beautiful"

"I believe you, every girl is beautiful that way"

"You know that's not what I meant. To me, you're the most beautiful girl in the world. The you I love now, is the same I've been in love with yesterday and the same I'll be in love with tomorrow."he said and I felt my heart dancing to the rhythm of love.

"Prove it" I said, provoking him.

"If you weren't too shy, I'd prove it"he said and then turned around to face me. He stared and I stared back, trying not to have a heart attack.

"I'm not shy"I said firmly, hoping that my burning cheeks aren't showing.

"Prove it"he said, smiling, provoking me.

So I rose to his challenge, and I let the towel fall on the floor. His eyes didn't leave mine. So I just grabbed the towel, wrapped it again around me, I thought I would die of embarrassment.

Before I know it , he wrapped his hands around my waist, kissed me passionately, he pressed my back to the wall and he let the towel fall, then started kissing my neck.

"What are you doing?"I asked, hearing my heart beats, beating like a drum.

"I'm going to kiss every inch of your body, just to show you how beautiful I think you are."Youssef said and did exactly what he said.

The End