Blood Oath Of Love

 

Love, blood, pain

Céline Dion sang, and this he said to me: the greatest thing you will ever learn is just to love and be loved in return. Truly, we have loved and been loved in return in our lives. As we grow up, some of us have had love so strong we never thought it would come to an end.

They say love is everlasting, they say love is a universal language, and they say love is something imperfect that we make perfect. Love is that feeling that makes your heart beat, it makes your blood run cold or hot depending on how you are feeling. Love is something that makes you sit in the dark and cry, it is something that makes you walk in the snow without feeling the cold, and it makes you run under the rain with laughter. It can also make you forgetful when it hurts you. How do you love someone and at the end of the day come to hate that person? What about the promises made? The whispers in the night and laughter? What about that deep feeling of security—how does it end?

Farouk was thinking of his lost love that evening as he sat in his cramped room. It hurt to think of Aisha—it really did—when he thought of the time they had spent together or the nights he had made love to her. Looking at her picture really hurt him, and he wanted her back. They had had a fight and words had been said by both of them, words that can't be taken back. And now he sat there regretting about what he had said. How can love be so cruel if it can bring someone's imperfections out just during a little misunderstanding? Sleeping alone at night is a cruelty he can't bear because he is so used to Aisha always sleeping by his side. He saw her that day with a guy and it hurt him so much he can't just calm his mind. He reasoned she is sleeping with the guy—even if she's not, he just can't bear seeing her with another guy. She is made for him, she is his better half. How can they be this far apart? No, it can't really happen.

He stood up and went to his desk. He brought out paper and a pen to write her a letter. He just didn't want to call her; he thought pouring his heart out on a sheet of paper would do the magic. He sat there thinking about what to write, and after a few moments he put pen to paper:

Aisha,

Last night, I dreamt about you and I woke up feeling melancholic and nostalgic. It hurts to think how two people who once shared such a deep bond could end up this far apart.

I've been trying to fix things between us for a while now, but you've been giving me the cold shoulder, and I genuinely don't understand why.

There are always disagreements between two people, which is normal. What matters is that people sit down and talk them through. I'm asking for that conversation, the one you've been avoiding.

Please give me a chance to make things right. I love you.

He read it out loud in the room and went out to give it to her friend who would help him send it.

"Hey, Flora."

"Hey, Farouk, how you doing?"

"Fine... on second thought, not fine."

"Is it about Aisha?" Flora asked him.

"Yeah, I need you to help deliver this note to her," he said, extending the letter he had written.

"What!" Flora exclaimed. "This is the modern world and there is technology—phones. You could just text her."

"I know," he said. "I just don't want to..." He choked on his words; his emotions were just raw and unstable. He sighed. "Please give it to her."

"Sure."

After she had gone, he returned home and was hoping she would show up that day so they could talk things out. But how wrong he was—she never acknowledged his letter nor even talked to him when they accidentally met on the street one day. She just ignored him, and that hurt and nearly gave him a heart attack. It was so painful that he wept. He went home and pulled off his clothes and sat down on the floor stark naked. He lay on the floor and prayed, "Father God, I know I'm a sinner. Forgive me for my wrong and give me back my Aisha. I promise to be of good behavior and honor your name. I promise to live a godly life. All I ask for is just the return of my love. You can take anything from me—just return my love, please. In Jesus' name I pray, Amen."

He prayed this with tears streaming down his face as he sat there weeping his heart out to the good Lord.

Unknown to him, Aisha was going through a hard time. It hadn't been easy for her leaving Farouk. She cried every day and spent time with friends just to forget the pain she was going through. It wasn't his fault that things had come to a standstill. If only he knew she was protecting him. She belonged to a coven, and they had told her she can't be with a man—if she disobeyed, he would be taken from this world to the spirit world. She had begged and made a lot of compromises, but they had refused. They told her she had taken a blood covenant and it is a binding contract which she can never come out of. It is either her or her love—they had asked her to choose.

She had sat there crying, and when she had met Farouk on the street, she had ignored him. It hurt, but she could do nothing about that. And when she had read his letter, it had nearly shattered her. She had made a vow with blood and she can't come out of it because blood must be spilled for it to be broken or a life will be taken. The coven had told her the day she made any contact with Farouk, that would be the day he would die.

She sat there in a dilemma, crying and looking at the picture of her love—the only man she had ever loved. She didn't know what to do, and to make matters worse, her friend Flora was the one who had introduced her to the coven, and yet she mockingly brought that letter to her. She sat there not knowing what to do as the world closed in on her.

If you are Aisha, what would you do?