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sexy.”
He kissed her lips, and she loved the way his tongue expertly stroked her own. “I wholeheartedly agree with that assessment, my sheikha.”
***
“I’ve never seen anything like this.”
“You’ve been to mosque before,” he pointed out.
“Yes, the grand one in Marasimaq is a sight to behold. I’m not saying it isn’t.”
Asam grinned back at her. “Yes, the wonders of my home city must always trump those of the other cities around me. Of course, mon amie , I know exactly how you feel. The first time I ever saw it, I think my jaw hit the floor. There’s a very good reason Sheikh Zayed’s Grand Mosque is called ‘The Pearl of Abu Dhabi.’ There are few wonders of the world more exquisite.”
“That’s not even the half of it,” she said, spinning around in the great expanse of the main plaza before the mosque’s entrance.
The sapphire sky above her was vibrant, contrasting gorgeously with the huge ivory turrets, ones that reached high into the air and ended in brilliant gleaming gold poles. The mosque itself was a huge series of alabaster cupolas, standing high and vibrant against the plaza below.
It was almost as overwhelming as pictures of the Taj Mahal, and Kelly felt dwarfed standing before it. Perhaps the most eye-catching part of the holy place’s plaza and garden was the white marble beneath her feet, which was adorned with sweeping green vines and vibrant yellow and crimson blossoms.
She pulled the long, black veil over her face, deciding it was best to be deferential to the customs within the mosque. Beside her, Asam wore traditional flowing white robes for entering the holy place. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling Kelly close to his side as they passed under the large keyhole-shaped arches. The towering structures rose above them to maybe fifteen or twenty feet. Their tops were covered in layered gold leaf.
She grinned as she stepped deeper into the heart of the mosque. The carpet beneath her was richly woven with a multi-pointed star in red and gold at her feet. It had so many interconnected points that it looked more like an octagon or some other polygon. Everything was intricate and exquisite, from the lovely golden script on the white walls to the huge chandelier overhead made of twisted bronze like snakes curling together with red and green blown glass balls hanging beneath that.
Unlike the church she’d abandoned in her youth, this house of worship was one of the most creatively designed and breathtaking places she’d ever seen. It was truly lovely, and she grinned up at Asam as they both took it all in.
“This is like something out of a fairy tale, even. Yours back home is lovely, but this is like a dream or a legend come to life.”
“Yes, it is. Perhaps Al-Marasae shouldn’t fall behind. Should I suggest to father that we need a Sheikh Azhaar Hassem mosque in Marasimaq? Perhaps we need to keep up with the Joneses?” he asked, arching his eyebrow with devilish aplomb and causing her to laugh riotously.
A few of the older worshippers in the mosque looked at both of them, and she sobered up. The last thing she wanted to do was appear to be a typical American in the middle of all of this.
The large bell rang out throughout the main hall, and the Imam stepped forward to call to prayer. To show her respect, she got quietly to her knees and bowed her head low. In turn, she watched as Asam prostrated himself, honoring the customs of his people. Today, in this one moment, she felt joined with him. It was more about feeling the weight of his culture and his heritage and his trust that he wanted to share this special place with her. It wasn’t attending a ceremony for Gabriel or something more formal. No. This was Asam letting her more deeply into his life.
For that, Kelly was deeply grateful. She kept her head bent and marveled at the fact that for six more days, he was hers.
***
Kelly leaned back on the blue silk pillows beneath her. The soothing sound of the
He kissed her lips, and she loved the way his tongue expertly stroked her own. “I wholeheartedly agree with that assessment, my sheikha.”
***
“I’ve never seen anything like this.”
“You’ve been to mosque before,” he pointed out.
“Yes, the grand one in Marasimaq is a sight to behold. I’m not saying it isn’t.”
Asam grinned back at her. “Yes, the wonders of my home city must always trump those of the other cities around me. Of course, mon amie , I know exactly how you feel. The first time I ever saw it, I think my jaw hit the floor. There’s a very good reason Sheikh Zayed’s Grand Mosque is called ‘The Pearl of Abu Dhabi.’ There are few wonders of the world more exquisite.”
“That’s not even the half of it,” she said, spinning around in the great expanse of the main plaza before the mosque’s entrance.
The sapphire sky above her was vibrant, contrasting gorgeously with the huge ivory turrets, ones that reached high into the air and ended in brilliant gleaming gold poles. The mosque itself was a huge series of alabaster cupolas, standing high and vibrant against the plaza below.
It was almost as overwhelming as pictures of the Taj Mahal, and Kelly felt dwarfed standing before it. Perhaps the most eye-catching part of the holy place’s plaza and garden was the white marble beneath her feet, which was adorned with sweeping green vines and vibrant yellow and crimson blossoms.
She pulled the long, black veil over her face, deciding it was best to be deferential to the customs within the mosque. Beside her, Asam wore traditional flowing white robes for entering the holy place. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling Kelly close to his side as they passed under the large keyhole-shaped arches. The towering structures rose above them to maybe fifteen or twenty feet. Their tops were covered in layered gold leaf.
She grinned as she stepped deeper into the heart of the mosque. The carpet beneath her was richly woven with a multi-pointed star in red and gold at her feet. It had so many interconnected points that it looked more like an octagon or some other polygon. Everything was intricate and exquisite, from the lovely golden script on the white walls to the huge chandelier overhead made of twisted bronze like snakes curling together with red and green blown glass balls hanging beneath that.
Unlike the church she’d abandoned in her youth, this house of worship was one of the most creatively designed and breathtaking places she’d ever seen. It was truly lovely, and she grinned up at Asam as they both took it all in.
“This is like something out of a fairy tale, even. Yours back home is lovely, but this is like a dream or a legend come to life.”
“Yes, it is. Perhaps Al-Marasae shouldn’t fall behind. Should I suggest to father that we need a Sheikh Azhaar Hassem mosque in Marasimaq? Perhaps we need to keep up with the Joneses?” he asked, arching his eyebrow with devilish aplomb and causing her to laugh riotously.
A few of the older worshippers in the mosque looked at both of them, and she sobered up. The last thing she wanted to do was appear to be a typical American in the middle of all of this.
The large bell rang out throughout the main hall, and the Imam stepped forward to call to prayer. To show her respect, she got quietly to her knees and bowed her head low. In turn, she watched as Asam prostrated himself, honoring the customs of his people. Today, in this one moment, she felt joined with him. It was more about feeling the weight of his culture and his heritage and his trust that he wanted to share this special place with her. It wasn’t attending a ceremony for Gabriel or something more formal. No. This was Asam letting her more deeply into his life.
For that, Kelly was deeply grateful. She kept her head bent and marveled at the fact that for six more days, he was hers.
***
Kelly leaned back on the blue silk pillows beneath her. The soothing sound of the
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