Ink drop part 1

Part 1

The sun woke me from my sleep. Took a long time to sleep,

She woke me up as if she wanted me to get back to myself early.

Maybe the sunshine made me feel like I'm not like every day, or maybe it stripped me of my calm nature.

I felt as if she had taken pity on me, for I had been torturing myself all night before.

I slowly opened my eyes.

Because I just fell asleep.

I was amazed because I could feel the sun's rays glow and burn.

As if it was now noon! I was amazed that she was just shining!

Although I didn't curse my wakefulness, I would have liked to thank her.

Because she woke me up to take a shower.

Maybe the cold water will get me back to normal again.

_ I removed the covering from myself, and as soon as it was removed, my features darkened because I was still completely naked.

I looked at my wife who slept in the bed next to me, and she too had just slept, and how I asked her last night, what I had not asked of her all these years.

I felt ashamed of myself. Because I forced her to sleep naked to see her like that! Oh God, I feel ashamed of myself.

How can my name be the eloquent judge? They always call me sober! Do what you did last night?

I looked at her naked body beside me; I thought of the features of her face, those in which childhood stubbornly matured; She still enjoys the innocence of her childish features even though she is in her mature youth stage. Then I looked at my body ashamed of myself, then extended my hand and covered her body so that the cold air would not hurt him.

I was going to wake her up so she could take a shower and get dressed. I pitied her because I tired her out last night.

I looked at the floor and saw that it was filled with our clothes randomly scattered everywhere.

I quietly gathered my clothes and tried; I don't make a sound so as not to bother her. Also, I don't want her to see me like that until I take a shower.

_ I hurried to the toilet, walking on tiptoe. As if you were a thief.

I went at last to the toilet without disturbing her, opened the sprinkler and made the water run down my body hard; I felt the parts of my body relaxed for a moment, trying to resume my activity; Even I really felt like I was starting to feel energized.

_But it's strange. I was feeling guilty, I don't understand why all this?

And I paused for a moment while I was still under the water, and it was still gushing over me; So I wondered to myself! Why am I scolding myself with all this scolding? Why am I wondering what I did?

I kept asking myself and I answered her, and perhaps I would succeed in finding a reason to get me out of what I did yesterday.

_Why am I so surprised? Is there forbidden in halal? no I swear.

God allowed me to fill my eyes with the magic of my wife.

What pleases me, and she enjoys my manhood, me and my body, what I have hidden from others is by virtue of religion. If I do nothing wrong!

I say to myself:

_ But I was rude, heavy-handed, strong in lust, my instincts were able to take possession of me, and I did not observe modesty with my wife, affection.

_ Shy ?! Am I shy between me and her? Why did God create it for me? Why did God create me for her? As long as in the end I did not allow myself to benefit from it in a way that pleases me and suffices me?!

_Why am I surprising myself?! I didn't do anything but I collected her in the way that pleases me

I'm still under water, I'm still wondering; I even think about those hours before my evening.

I walked out of my office, and I was just reading a case file of prostitutes caught in a brothel.

I was reading the details of the case and how they were arrested and the statements of the accused.

What caught my attention was not the situation, its circumstances, or even the nature of the detainees.

All this I got used to by repeating it in every case of prostitution.

In any case, I find that the female detainees have the same sayings.

They were forced to practice vice, and none of them came to it with pleasure or willingly.

As for the opinions of the men, they were all coldly admitted. They pass their time out of lust because they are not married, or perhaps because their wives have a disability or disease, or because they are too masculine.

In any case, they steadfastly admit because they know they will not be punished as much as women are punished at worst.

_But what drew me to my attention was the talk of some girls; I mean whores. I found some of them speaking fluently and steadily.

As if she did not practice prostitution by force, but rather she was practicing it with pleasure, and just for fun!

_ I read someone's confessions, and the strange thing that made me enter into that state in which I am is excessive frankness, she was telling her confessions with pleasure! Even the prosecutor stated that she only left him after she offered herself to him.

She was not affected by being in the investigation!

_ The worst is that (the public prosecutor himself) stated that in the prison room she exposed herself to the prisoners through that hole in the wall separating the two detention rooms.

_I found her confessing, as I read from the investigation report, that poverty kills ecstasy and kills his romantic relationship.

Rather, it diverts it from its original purpose, which is pleasure, and poverty turns it into a curse and torment.