My Nada,

For a person who is usually good with words, not being able to describe a feeling is a mystery that baffles him. Maybe it is not all that unusual. My feeling is nothing less than stumbling upon a new, uncharted land.

When I think about you, I feel like a refugee on a boat, leaving the old world with all its wars, tyranny, and persecution, only to find his boat anchoring on the shores of freedom.

But what to call it? What to call this soul-taking beauty?

When I look into your eyes, I forget how letters were ever used to form words. When I look at your smile, I feel as if everything around me is singing in harmony.

When I speak with you, I feel as if time has loosened its grip on me, leaving me with nothing but pure joy, excitement, and tranquility.

I miss you every second you are not talking to me. I miss you every time my mind dares to think, even for an ephemeral moment, about something else.

Maybe I should not be so hard on myself. It probably took humans hundreds of years to fully capture the beauty of the New World, with all its rivers, mountains, bays, skies, and oceans. It will probably take me a lifetime to capture even a portion of how I feel toward you.

Forever yours,
Mohamed