In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Dearest Julia, how are you feeling today? You must be busy as usual, so I pray you are taking good care of your most precious self, for I love you, and I want to marry you. I'm feeling a bit lazy right now, but after all, I've running around all day. I think I'll spend the rest of the night playing video games and eating sunflower seeds. My cooler is full right now, alhamdulillah. I have some bamboo shoots in there that I need to use up. I don't really know how to use bamboo shoots, but there seems to be an endless supply outside, plus I've learned to like the flavor. It tastes bitter raw, but soy sauce neutralizes the bitterness. I assume it's the salt that does it. Soup is the best bet, but I think I'll try fried rice with bamboo shoots. Want some? No, wait! I haven't made any yet!
All I want from you is love and to give you a good married life, Julia. Ours is an old fashioned romance, but it has great mystique and intensity, doesn't it? Perhaps your fear will turn into anticipation as the clock ticks closer and closer to our marriage. The union of strangers. Love is a stranger who beckons you on. InsyaAllah. Just as I wait in anticipation to kissing and undressing you.
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
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