Saturday, June 4
Sameera / the struggle of a single woman “I”They say that a name projects one’s personality and Sameera was a living proof of that. As the name Sameera translated from Arabic indicates dark features, it also means a person who is a good company. And Sameera possessed both, she had a tall elegant figure that shone with olive colored skin, atop which she held a masterminded brain that never ceased to excite any person in her company. To bring the image closer to mind, she looked like a reincarnation of Cleopatra.
But Sameera was never lucky with men. All of the ones she liked were terrified with commitment the moment they became intimate with her, she was not the playgirl type, and they admired her for that, but that’s all what she got in any relationship; admiration and respect.
The only real relationship she had along with its tragic ending was not more than a passing memory in the back of her mind now that she was 35 years old. She had a lot of suitors, who were insistently coming back, but she never wanted to marry the traditional way, it just wasn’t her.
Her story intrigued me to write a series of her personal life. My Sameera is a mixture of a real person when I write about her feelings, yet a fictional figure when I dig into the details of her daily conduct.
Sameera; the educated, self made woman was a success in her career, she was also a good economist; at a considerably young age she had managed to have her own property, even though she always was a big support for her family financially as well as emotionally.
Sameer’a biggest problem was that she knew what she wanted out of a relationship and that’s why she was always clear from the beginning. Men on the other hand, would try their luck regardless of that and without considering what they were getting themselves into. Some would play games skillfully aiming to trap her into a fun type relationship only to end up in love with her and afraid of their own emotions. She never had the stomach for that and that was the reason behind her staying single when most of her friends were married and some were with kids.
Her other problem was her high expectations; it was never easy for her to click easily with a man, that’s why the slightest sign of that was enough to reassure her own feelings of being a normal woman, and that was the reason behind her ending up with wrong people.
Her mother, on the other hand, was another story; her constant nagging and trials to get her into the wholly matrimony annoyed her the most. She could not understand why her mother blamed her for staying single.
With that astonishing figure and those large sparkling green eyes, she had her way in standing out in a crowd. Men would gather around her like bees around a juicy flower. And that night when she met him was no exception. The gentleman with the nice suit looked a bit young for her age; like in his late twenties or may be early thirties, but ironically she felt good with him. He was well mannered, educated and good looking. It was not as if he had a big influence on her, which had never happened to her before anyway, but it was enough for her to give him a chance.
Marwan, on the other hand, was infatuated by her, he publicly showed his adoration for each move she made while dancing with him, he was also taken by the intellectual conversation they had. That night was an unexpected turn of events for both of them; he was invited by the host’s roommate and thought that he’d be bored since he hardly knew anyone around, and she had gone to her friend’s party contemplating that she’d stay for only an hour to pay respect. But they both ended up dancing, chatting and having a great time all night long; a feeling that she didn't have for a very long time; the attention she got from this particular person amused her and her night finally ended with a very sensual kiss; he was a good kisser and smelled just the right way to trigger all her long dormant senses.
Next day Marwan called and invited her out. And since she had made previous plans she had to turn his invitation down. But he did not stop calling all day to insure his newly found interest in her, her phone was constantly ringing for a change and the conversation was polite and sweet. And since she finished early the errands of that day, she reluctantly accepted his invitation to pass by his place on her way back home for a quick drink convincing herself that it was a good chance to see him without the cliché of the party atmosphere before going further in the relationship.
Sameera’s jaw dropped at the initial sight of the bare footed guy with sleeveless shirt and Bermuda shorts who opened the door for her, he looked more like an 18 years old kid. It astounded her how would a suit change a person that much. She knew that he couldn’t be that young since he had already finished his degree and was working with a reputable firm, but still, his looks did not comfort her, she could not digest the fact that this was the person she kissed the night before, and her mind kept buzzing:” get out of here, this is not happening to me, no I’m not that desperate” and she hastily gulped her drink before excusing herself out.
To be continued
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4 Comments:
Heheh I had to laugh at the image of poor Marwan in the sleeveless shirt :)
Interested to continue reading Ruby
MsB
Patience my dear, patience, you’ll get it all I promise
Sameera is all around us and that’s why you found her familiar
Jewaira
Now imagine how Sameera felt when she first saw him, a real disappointment :)
Tantalize
LOL, OK, I’ll convey the message to her ;)
Shopaholic Q8eya
That’s all I know for now, let’s see what happens ;)
Let us know ASAP! ;)
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