The sun was everlastingly shining over the oasis.

I wake up from a dream, eyes wide open.

I turn my head and see this beautiful creature that shares my bed sheets.

I was longing for her as much as I am every day longing for the night to fall.

The cool nights when we would get lost in the city of minarets.

The gates of the city we used to climb at night to kiss when religion was finally asleep.

The moon proudly looking over us from above. Not jealous.

We were free.

Every night was a feast.

We had plov and mantis.

Red wine and cakes.

And on top of that, we had each other.

Each other, as the sun and the moon chasing each other.