Sand and blood

He felt the smell of blood coming out from his nose, its taste on his throat. Blood that was dripping and mixing to the sand. He felt weak, he was dizzy and very injured, he saw distorted images and the buzzing in the ears mixed itself to the anger whines of his aggressors that were feeling pleasure in the violence.

“Don't hurt him or then U.N. won't give us political support if we show disrespect to the human rights” - the leader of the opposition said. And he turned to the injured man: “It doesn't mean you don't desert it, but for us is more interesting taking your place and restoring the republic than seeing you dead. We can provide it later”.

The Arab Spring had come and the king, that got the power through a coup d'état, was falling. His father had been the king, but he was murdered by the revolutionaries that proclaimed the republic.

The reign of the young and gorgeous king haven't last so much and he didn't feel motivated for this. He always felt that love was rubbish because since he was a teenager he could have the odalisques he wanted thanks to his beauty and power. Having a female company had never been a problem and he thought that it would never be. Untill the moment he found one and felt in love for true, intensively. As she had a bad reputation face to the society, he promised to run away with her for them to feel this feeling together.

It wasn't what happened. He got scared of what he was feeling, scared of ending up committing a huge mistake and giving it all up. He tried to convince himself that she was just his first passion of the never-ending summer and decided to dismiss her. He was about to become the king and needed a first lady of his high level.

The coup d'état and the marriage with the international actress had come, as well as the power but... not the happiness. He was the one before that woman but it wasn't the same. He saw a new world, wider, but he understood it as a curse because he wasn't the same one he was: he felt more vulnerable and his loss of security and psychological instability worried his allies.

After a diplomatic event the king started to show he wasn't fine. It was as if the craziness had got him. He decided to get rid of the knowledge and surrender himself to luxury once again. Conducted by Indian drivers and male chauvinist humor TV show female assistants from the East Europe, he burned the books, the wisdom, what he was feeling and was sexually devoured by the woman that made the Indian drivers to feel envy. This kind of self-exorcism session haven't helped because the king was getting worse and worse, more depressive and self-destructive.

The wave of the Arab Spring came to the Maghreb via Twitter and Facebook. It was a revolutionary wave against the tyranny and the fact of taking the power by non-democratic ways incited the opulent opposition to wish to take the power in a more nice way through United States and United Nations eyes. The king was very depressed to refrain any kind of uprising against his government and then, he lost the support of his allies.

Allies that changed their political support. Allies that gave his head to the revolutionaries group that beat him up in front of everybody. Nothing else mattered; losing the power, losing blood, losing his life. He had never felt in love so deeply and he hadn't lost any women yet to learn how to deal with his depression. His regret was stronger because he dismissed her. He loved Sakineh.

Sakineh's sour vomit

The Ambassador's receptions are noted in society for their host's exquisite taste that captivates his guests.

Sakineh got negatively surprised in seeing him again. Even she had finally overcame her past traumas, she felt a growing anger inside her. The fact he wasn't single but married with a Westerner woman that barely knew how to dress a hijab decently made her angry more and more.

Differently from her, Sakineh's former lover got positively surprised in seeing her again. It could be explained by the fact that Sakineh was more spectacular than before and also because he hadn't seen the Turkish-Iraqi doctor with whom Sakineh had gotten married. When the waiter took with him the giant tower of Ferrero Rocher chocolates, he finally went crazy when he discovered that Sakineh had a husband. Even of all he had done and said, he still loved her.

Feeling uncomfortable, Sakineh asked “excuse me” and went to the toilet. The Slavic Sakineh's former lover wife offered him a chocolate and whispered at his ear:

“Monsieur, with this Roche, you are really spoiling us!”.

Exasperated, he pushed her to the floor saying “Get out of my way, you bitch!”. She didn't feel humiliated with such an act of rudeness and took advantage of this moment to seduce the ambassadors with a sexy look, biting her lips. Some were recording the first lady fallen on the floor of the Embassy while she said “Record me, edit me”.

As she had never gone to the Embassy of Saudi Arabia before, Sakineh got lost and end up in the kitchen. It was where her former lover finally found her for them to talk and Sakineh spill over all what she wanted to say but that she couldn't. She also felt safe and sheltered in that kitchen full of shining silver knives and cleavers.

Sakineh, it's very good to see you again! I missed you for all those years, days and nights. It was as if the Sun couldn't heat me, as if the Moon couldn't light my darkest nights. - he said using the same words he once used.

You missed me so much that you abandoned me! You missed me so much that you got married with a porn start from Slovakia! You disposed the love I gave you, the dreams I dreamed. You couldn’t do it! You disposed my illusion, the crazy passion. It's too late... - Sakineh said.

Saky, things happened in my life. Things I couldn't tell you, I suspected you could be an odalisque interested only on my goods. I ascended to power and I needed a woman in the same level of mine and you was just an odalisque. What could I expect from a woman that I met dancing at the pole dance to American soldiers in Baghdad?

I was I dancer wishing to make money and fame through the dance and I need to start from the bottom, but I doesn't mean I didn't love you. I gave you all my love and you threw it into the garbage can, you traded me for a woman that sees you as a piece of flesh and you probably see her the same way because well, worse than dancing at the pole dance is being a renowned worldwide porn start! - roared Sakineh.

I was wrong, Sakineh. You were always my true love and I was stupid too seek for something better. With you I realized that loving is too easy, too hard is trying to forget that once all the love I had I gave you. When I noticed it wasn't enough, it was too late to get back and give you what I didn't gave.

Save me from you late regret speech, I don't believe in nothing else that comes from your velvet mouth. Don't say you love me unless forever, don't tell me you need me if you're not gonna stay. Don't give me this feeling, I'll only believe it. Make it real or take it all away.

Iranian cookers came into the kitchen and both Sakineh and her former lover remained quiets. Sakineh didn't want to look into his eyes. She was just looking at a shining knife on the table, imagining she was cutting that man once she loved in small parts to serve him in a soup of blood.

When the kitchen was empty from cookers again, Sakineh decided to put an end in that conversation. She felt anything else but distaste and a great grief by that man and she didn't have a little wish of forgiving him.

Sakineh, I want you back. Come back to me, become my first lady. Come to make me happy – he begged her with tears on his eyes.

I'm happy without you. I have never met a man so coward, so weak, so cold, so insensitive and mentally unstable as you are. If you really loved me, you would never do what you did, you would never speak with me as you did that time. I would have accepted your imperfections because I accepted you even with that dubious behavior. I really loved you and I was never in doubt of my feelings about you. I never looked for “something better”. You build a good feeling together with me but when you destroyed it, you did it all alone never caring of what I would feel. My life became a real hell, I started to use drugs. You had your chance of being happy with me before but you quit. You could have a second chance with me if I haven't met my Turkish-Iraqi husband that treats me as a true woman and cares about what I feel. You are immature and selfish, you don't care of others, only with your own pleasure... - she said all these words coldly and that was making her feel good; she was spelling over all she always wanted to speak.

But Sakineh... - he tried to interrupt her.

You shout you mouth because you have no right to speak. I sincerely want you to suffer because only this way you would understand what I passed. You are undignified of love because you don't know how to love anyone. Follow you path without me, you could have me, but you didn't want. The choice was yours. I'm tired of you, I found another man. Don't look for me anymore. Goodbye – and Sakineh turned her back to him and left...

He remained in the kitchen, paralyzed with those words. He expected Sakineh to jump to his arms but, for his surprise, she was more mature, more than he was. He had never been loved by anyone so strongly and he had never loved anyone as intensively as Sakineh. He felt alone and his speech about the heat of the Sun stopped being only beautiful words to become a fact. It was as if he was surrounded by a cold wind, as if a trapdoor was opened under his feet.

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