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In a few days well be celebrating Valentines Day.
9 February 2014 Sunday 00:44
by ÖZNUR ÇEVİK
In a few days well be celebrating Valentines Day.
uhmmm let me think. Oh never mind! I cant even remember the last Valentine I had someone special in my life other than my Daddy.
Before he passed away I loved having him around to celebrate Valentines. Actually as I havent had anybody special around for a long time he would always buy a small present or call me real early and celebrate my day.
Unfortunately the last four years he wasnt around to do it but yet again I had great friends to celebrate the day.
And here goes my Valentine present to you all:
Give me your hands,
Ill hold them tight.
Give me your heart,
Ill feed it with love.
Give me your body,
Ill caress it with care.
But keep your soul,
So that I can live in it.
And I would like to share the true story of Soha Hage.
Hages striking story, excerpted below, was related in the New York Times Magazine. Being the incurable romantic I loved it and want to share it with you.
Here it goes:
I was 18 in December 1988, during the height of the Lebanese Civil War, and I was to be married on Christmas Day. But it didnt happen that way.
I met my fiancé, Emile, at my cousins house, but we never spoke. I was only 15 and too shy. And at first, when my cousin told my father that Emile wanted to ask for my hand, my father said I was too young. But my parents invited Emile home, and he started to spend time with us, and I found that I loved Emile from the bottom of my heart. My parents said we had to wait until after I finished high school to marry, but graduation day finally came. And that fall, we started to get ready for the wedding.
A week before the ceremony, Emile disappeared. We called the company where he worked, and they said hed left for the day, and his mother said he hadnt returned home. After a few days we could only assume that hed been shot or kidnapped by one of the Christian militias that were fighting one another then. Emile was only 23, and he had never been politically active, but during those days many people became the victims of misdirected acts of retribution and violence.
I cant describe the devastation I felt. During the next three months, the fighting in Beirut got much worse, and my family had to move to a safer area. Even if Emiles family had news of him, they would not have been able to inform us. The battles were terrible, Beiruts neighborhoods were isolated from one another and there was no telephone and no electricity. People were simply stuck where they were. My family was convinced that Emile was dead Still, he would come to me in my dreams, saying, Wait for me. When you are very scared and you feel you have nothing to live for, you start to search your dreams for hope.
When the war ended and reconstruction began, I continued my studies and worked very hard, and I tried not to show my parents how much I was suffering. Over the years, from time to time, I heard rumors about Emile. Some said he died. Others said he was in Syria. Some said that hed been liberated and had married someone else. There was no way to find out for sure.
I didnt want to meet any other men, but in our world its difficult for a girl to marry after 25. As I grew older, my whole family began turning against me. Youre crazy, they said.
Youre burning up your life. For a while, I dated a dentist, and even though I didnt love him, we became engaged. But as the wedding date neared, I realized I couldnt go through it.
On day in 1997, nine years after Emile was kidnapped, my brother bumped into Emiles uncle in the street. He said that Emile was in Lebanon. My brother told him I was unmarried and working as a teacher.
I was in class a few days later when the phone rang. I usually turn the phone off while Im teaching, and at first I wasnt going to answer it. But I did.
Hello, Soha? a voice said. And I knew it was Emile. For 30 seconds I couldnt move.
Soha, Im back, he said, and I have only one question: Do you still love me?
Seconds passed, I dont know how many, before I managed to say, Yes.
I trembled on the way to see him, and when I did, my heart jumped. But then it was as if Id seen him only the day before. It felt like when you take a cassette and you press Pause and then you continue. We couldnt believe we found each other.
Emile had suffered much more than I. He was held captive for two years, and he still has torture scars on his body. Finally he was put on a boat and forced to leave the country. The Red Cross helped him find his family, who had moved to Canada, and some relatives helped him get work in West Africa. He assumed I would be married; we had moved, and eventually he gave up on finding me. But then he back to Lebanon to help start a company, and two days later my brother met his uncle. Five weeks after Emiles phone call, we married.
Well this is what I call love.
Until next week keep cool and healthy!
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