Silent Love....
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It was a rainy night in Mississippi, a town with maybe three red lights, in a popular all night restaurant, say, about 3:30 in the morning, I did not know her neither did she know me..., But she cared, (this is the silent Love), a caring that I so desperately need, a caring that even my wife seems to have not knowledge nor my brothers whom I pray with almost every day, my closest friends. It was a hurting heart and almost broken spirit, yet, this waitress with simple sincere eyes, not really smiling at me, her intentions, I, I surely don't know for women , I have yet to really figure out as much; oh, yes, with a semi-smile but caring voice she asked " Are you ok.. sir " , as I looked at her with a total suppressed but Greatly thankful expression...while thinking to my-self ; How did you know that I was in server pain in my heart and even my soul this night at 3:30 am in the heart of Mississippi, I, a Black man. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dmEm9_LZM_U
Barakah Amal had escaped Nigeria shortly after the misfortune of encountering Jalal Jali as a teenager. Years since past and unbeknownst to her, she's reluctantly summoned back to wed the man who had ruined her life to protect her family.
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