The Morning Tea with My Sweetheart It was 5:30 in the soft silence of dawn. After the Fajr prayer, I tiptoed into the kitchen, where dreams still lingered in the air. I rinsed the teapot gently, as though preparing a sacred ritual. I boiled just enough water for two hearts, added two crushed cardamoms—like secret whispers—and a spoonful of tea leaves, rich and fragrant. As the aroma filled the air, I poured in the milk, letting it swirl like a tender embrace. When it was ready, I carefully strained the tea into a cup and then poured it into two glasses—one for me, and the other for the soul who completes me. I walked over and offered the glass to my everything—my love, my heartbeat, my calm. We sat together in the gentle hush of morning, sipping slowly. The tea was warm, but the moment was warmer. A stolen slice of time… where nothing else mattered. No rush, no noise, just us. A quiet closeness. A thousand unspoken words floating in the steam. And in every sip… love. "The first c...
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Mashaallah dear
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