Jawhara | Alia Al-Kazemi

I have lived a difficult life between two women... The first is the source of my comfort and the second is the source of my torment... The first is Jawhara... No one is like Jawhara, in her love, tenderness, and chivalry... She is my reassurance in this cruel world... She is my refuge and my sanctuary, she is my oasis and my country... As for the second, she is Ward... What do you know about Ward, my mother... She is my air, she is me in another sense, she is my hope and my despair, my happiness and my misery, my dream and my nightmare... I love her... Yes, I love her more than anything, more than anyone, more than any quantity or number... The beautiful, enchanting Ward... Ward with her rosy skin, and her high cheeks, Ward with her plump lips, and her eyes that carry the beauty and mystery of the universe, Ward with her hair flowing softly over her shoulders, equaling all the women on Earth... Ward, who resembles her name in all her details, Ward with the melodious voice that carries in its tone the most beautiful melodies and tunes in the world... Ward, my beloved, whom I desire, but life keeps her from me... Ward, whom I do not deserve because of you, my mother.