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I have been blessed with love  throughout my whole life. Love came in many different forms in many different times in my life. I developed an interest for  love in very early age …my whole… Continue reading

My love Story…Love in Oman…Part 1.

Dear friends…This is a story which could have happened to anyone of us but I am lucky that it happened to me. So I will write the story in every detail possible. Please come back frequently to read the chapters and I am sure you will love to read my love story.

On Wednesday January 16, 1991 at around 4.30 p.m. Bangladeshi time I was at the Dhaka International Airport (it was then called Zia International Airport) to board a flight to Karachi by Pakistan International Airlines. I was coming back to New York from Bangladesh. The route was Dhaka to Karachi by PIA then Karachi to London via Baghdad (Capital of Iraq) by Iraqi Airways and then to New York by same Iraqi Airways. Continue reading

My Love Story…Love in Oman…Part 2

The brother called his sister who was with the rest of the family. She came close to me and his brother introduced her to me. He told his sister that I was the only passenger going to the USA. She gave me silent thanks by nodding he eyes. I noticed that she was a good looking girl with a very attractive pair of eyes. It seemed like she just woke up .. Then she went back to her crying family. I went back to my wife, sisters, parents and my wife’s parents and sisters. Continue reading

My Love Story…Love in Oman…Part 3

Finally the plane started to proceed to the runway to take off. Since she never flew before she did not know what to expect. The plane was slowly getting the speed needed to take off and all of a sudden she grabbed my hand and I could see in her those beautiful eyes some kind of fear. Her long nails literally pinched through my skin. Continue reading

My Love Story…Love in Oman…Part 4

It took close to 3 hours when we landed in Karachi, Pakistan. I had to help her fill up the embarkation form in Karachi as we would have to go out of the airport to our hotel which was few miles away from the airport.

Karachi is the largest city, and the main seaport and financial center of Pakistan, as well as the capital of the province of Sindh. The city has an estimated population 15 million, while the total metropolitan area has a population of over 13 million. Karachi is the most populous city in the country, one of the world’s largest cities in terms of population and also the 10th largest urban agglomeration in the world. Continue reading

My Love Story…Love in Oman…Part 5

I changed my mind without telling her. Instead of going to the hotel restaurant, I decided to go to the Clifton Beach where there was a great shopping center and a very big food court to have some authentic Pakistani food.

I gave the security guard a $10 bill as a token of appreciation (in other words. Bribe) so that he would not stop us going outside of the hotel premises as she did not have visa to go inside Karachi. I told the security guard to get us a reliable taxi who would take us to Clifton Beach and would brought us back. Continue reading

My Love Story…Love in Oman…Part 6

It was about 9.10 p.m. Karachi time. We were in the Clifton Beach for a bit over an hour. I was observing her behavior. She seemed to be feeling great as her face was vibrant. Her conditioned silky black hair was flying all different directions when she opened the window for few seconds. Her hair was touching my face and I sensed a beautiful smell coming out of her hair. She closed the window. Continue reading

My Love Story…Love in Oman…Part 7

I told her to take a shower as we had a long journey ahead of us. Since we were flying with Iraqi Airlines, we had to go through Baghdad, the capital of Iraq. Then we would fly from Baghdad to London and London to New York. We had a 4 hours stopover in Baghdad, the Capital of Iraq. Baghdad is the capital of Republic of Iraq, as well as the coterminous Baghdad Province. The population of Baghdad as of 2011 is approximately 7,216,040, making it the largest city in Iraq, the second largest city in the Arab World (after Cairo, Egypt), and the second largest city in Western Asia (after Tehran, Iran). Continue reading

My love Story…Love in Oman…Part 8

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We arrived at Muscat, the Capital city as well as the biggest city in the Sultanate of Oman. according to Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia Oman (Listeni/oʊˈmɑːn/ oh-mahn; Arabic: عمان‎ ʻUmān), officially called the Sultanate of Oman (Arabic: سلطنة عُمان‎ Salṭanat ʻUmān), is an Arab state in southwest Asia on the southeast coast of the Arabian Peninsula.

It is bordered by the United Arab Emirates (UAE) to the northwest, Saudi Arabia to the west, and Yemen to the southwest. The coast is formed by the Arabian Sea on the southeast and the Gulf of Oman on the northeast. Continue reading

My Love Story…Love in Oman…part 9

The Muscat Golden Tulip Seeb was a medium sized 4 star hotel with swimming pool. I was very happy to see that on the way going to the room. Our room was in the 4th floor and a porter helped us showing our room. As I have said that I was very happy seeing a bowl of fresh fruit. Continue reading

My Love Story…Love in Oman…Part 10

There was an awkward few moments between us…I knew she was also thinking a lot of things right then. I knew girls thinks much more than boys..I was sure she was thinking about her decision being in one room with me. I knew she was also thinking about how her husband would accept the fact that she spent few days and nights with a complete stranger. Whom she did not know even the day before. Continue reading

My Love Story…Love in Oman…Part 11

Dear Friends. Life is stranger than fiction…so many things happen in life. That it is hard to explain why. Same way I was stuck with a beautiful girl in the middle of nowhere. In a foreign country. Where all we knew was each other. All we had was each other….what do you do..? How do you kill times. When you don’t know when the time will finish. The memory. The heartache. The long breathe….how do you explain the tender moments we shared in that tiny hotel room and things did not even began yet.. Just read… Continue reading

My Love Story…Love in Oman…Part 12

At about 4.50 p.m. I suddenly remembered that the Taxi Driver would be waiting for us. So I asked her to get ready, which she already was. It took me just a minute two get ready…

The taxi driver was an elderly man originally from Pakistan but had been living there for more than 40 years. He was a very fatherly looking driver who knew Muscat like the palm of his hand. He greeted us very warmly and told us that we were in good hands. We asked him to show the city and if we stay further more in Muscat then we would go to see different places. I also asked him that he should call in my room from the from desk every morning if we were still in Muscat. Continue reading

My love Story…Love in Oman…Part 13.

(Dear Friends…love is still a mystery for many people. Love is the only thing which keeps us together. According to the site http://www.romantic-tips.com/lovequotes.shtml..

“From every human being there rises a light that reaches straight to heaven. And when two souls that are destined to be together find each other, their streams of light flow together, and a single brighter light goes forth from their united being.”

We were destined to meet each other. Our luck finally met to each other and created a brilliant love story which human could not write even if he wanted to). Continue reading

My Love Story…Love in Oman…Part 14

So I took one side of the bed and she took the other side. She put two pillows to make a partition on the bed. I smiled and told her that I sleep straight so I don’t really move that much she should make that partition a bit bigger so that she does not cross the partition. I was just trying to make her blush and she was blushing. So I had to tell her that it was a joke and I clearly saw that she was relieved by hearing that. Continue reading

My Love Story…Love in Oman…Part 15

I don’t know how long I slept. I woke up in the middle of the night…I looked for her in the blue darkness but didn’t see her. I thought she might be in the bathroom. I waited for few minutes when she did not come back I started to worry about her. I saw that the balcony door was ajar. I got off from the bed and opened the door, put my hand on her shoulder…there she was, looking towards the far away sky. I knew she was thinking. Women think much more than men do. Continue reading

My Love Story…Love in Oman…Part 16

When I finally woke up, she was not there. I still did not open my eyes…I started to extend my hand on the bed. I wanted to hold her ..I wanted to caress her. I finally opened my eyes. She was not there…I knocked the bathroom door and it was locked from inside…She came back after taking a shower…she opened the bathroom door…steam came out from the bathroom. It was cold inside the room so she had a hot shower. I was sure that was the first hot shower she ever had.. Continue reading

My love Story…Love in Oman…Part 17

We went different parts of Muscat…the driver was very helpful. I saw so many people from Bangladesh, India and Pakistan that I could not count. I was told that about half the people are from other countries. Oman is a big country at least more than 30 thousand square miles bigger than Bangladesh. Continue reading

My Love Story…Love in Oman..Part 18

I claimed back to the bed and under the blanket. The air conditioning was going on in full speed. The room was cold.. I was looking at her face. The face was glowing in the dark. I never seen someone so beautiful, so divine looking…she was taking my breath away. I got back on the bed…I pulled her towards me…I slowly took her tops off, she helped me to take it off. I tried to take her pajama off but she whispered, “first take of your shirt and pajama”I told her..” you take of my shirt and Pajama..” She unbuttoned my shirt and took it off…then the pajama.. Continue reading

My Love Story…Love in Oman..Part 19

I woke up when the sun hit my eyes. She already woke up and took a shower. She was looking fresh, like Venus. The Goddess of beauty…She was passing by, I grabbed her and tried to kiss her . She said, “Yaks. Not before you brush your teeth..” I said ..”Remember you will be longing for this kiss one day. And you will cry..” She looked at me…her eyes were full of tears. She jumped on me and started to hit me and screamed,” Why did you say that..? I will not let you go..” Continue reading

My Love Story…Love in Oman…Part 20

I locked the door behind us. She looked at the closed door and stood there for a minute. I told her,”Let’s go.” She stood there like a statue. I tried to push her but she stood there like she was glued to the ground. I was pulling her hand towards the elevator but she wanted to take the stairs down. I did not say anything. It seemed like she wanted to spend the extra minute with me…I went to the front desk. I gave my vouchers and was given a clean bill. I did not owe any money. The Iraqi Airways paid the bill. I thanked the front desk clerk for their hospitality for last few days. Continue reading

My love Story…Love in Oman…Part 21

She came to my seat. Gulf Air First Class seat was wide enough to snuggle for both of us. I made the seat fully reclined mode and it became almost a bed. It was not as comfortable as a bed but that was the luxury we had due to the Air Hostess and the ticket agent. I could not have thanked them more..

The dim light was almost like the one we had in hotel in Muscat. It brought back the memory. I told her, ” See, this almost felt like we are still in Muscat..” She just kept snuggling with me under the blanket…I looked at her eyes, there were tears in that eyes. Her tearful eyes blinked like a thunder in my heart. Continue reading

My love Story…Love in Oman…Part 22

We left London about an hour later. The new Air Hostess was very nice too and she told us that there was no one for First Class so we could get the whole area for ourselves. There were very few people flew just After the War. The Pilot announced that it would take about 7 hours and 5 minutes to land in JFK Airport in New York City.

We had our 1st meal in the New York bound plane about 40 minutes after we flew …She did not want to eat anything but I literally had to feed her spoon by spoon. She also fed me. I joked around with her, I tried to make her mood better but she did not smile or hit me like the other few times . . Continue reading

My love Story…Love in Oman…Part 23

Finally the plane landed in JFK Airport. I was dying inside…I knew we would be together only for few moments….she was holding me tight. Since we sat on the front of the plane we were the first one to get out of the plane. But before we left, we thanked the Air Hostess and the Pilot. They wished us good luck..

I was holding her hip and slowly walking away through the covered walkway to the Immigration and Custom…I told her that since she was coming for the first time, she had to be photographed and finger printed to get her Green Card, it would take much longer time for her to get out. I put her Disembarkation form, Custom form and the Yellow sealed envelope the US Embassy gave her to give to the Immigration… Continue reading

My love Story…Love in Oman…Last part

I ran through the door. I could not take the pain anymore. I came outside. I saw her husband was standing there with a bouquet of flower for her. She showed me the picture in the hotel room…he did not know me..but since I was the last person coming out he came to me and asked me..” Excuse me, did you see this person..” He showed me her picture. I told him..” Yes, I saw her. She is still in the immigration. Don’t worry she will be out soon..” I could see that he was relieved hearing that.. Continue reading

My love Story…Love in Oman…The final afterthought.

I came back to my empty small apartment…I just took off my shoes and lay down on my bed. I did not know what to do. I was alone. I cried my hearts out. Did not know when I fall on sleep. I woke up in the evening. Then I realized that I had to call back Bangladesh to let my wife and parents know. I picked up the phone and told them that I was OK and reached USA safely.

I did not have any strength left. All I was thinking about her…I wanted to know how she was doing. I wanted to know how she managed. I wanted to know how she started living…I was thinking that why didn’t I give her my address and telephone number….I fell back on sleep again. I did not know what happened.. Continue reading

You don’t love me anymore…

I was not feeling well. The sky was dark..a little bit of rain coming through the open window..I was looking through the window and didn’t know when a drop of tear came down through my face..I looked as far as my eyes go..all those memories came and started to overwhelm me. I remember I was in love with her but I still let her go. It’s been so long..years..decade gone by but there was not a single day that I did not think about her. Even though I saw her last year, see seemed to move on and I definitively moved on but still it makes me happy to just think about her..what if we were together today..what would happen..? Anyway I opened my laptop and started to type whatever came in my mind..I know this is by no means it has any value as a song but I want to write it none the less. So here I go… Continue reading

Is it too late to come back..?

When I was writing the songs (as I said before that the content value as a song but they are nonetheless my thought of that time when I was feeling really really depressed)..It seemed to me that the first song was like a big question to the girl,” Why did you leave me and what was my fault..?” Here I tried to answer that age old question,” Are you better off with the new love..?” It seemed to me that this guy was not so he wanted to come back.. I wish this two songs could be re written and sung by Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers. Continue reading

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