“There was warmth in his large piercing brown eyes. The kind of warmth that tucks a child into bed. The same kind of warmth that dries your wet hair on a rainy December afternoon.” — Malak El Halabi Copy Share Image
“I watched you storm towards the restaurant door. It was a chilly December morning and the birds sitting on the high wires in the neighborhood refused to fly any longer.” — Malak El Halabi Copy Share Image
“Be the man who has the spirit of a ruthless tiger, ravaging every dusty corner of my soul. Be the man for whom I… — Malak El Halabi Copy Share
“Like a tenacious ivy, your presence clings onto the drab wall of my existence. Cling harder onto me love, like a blood sucking bed-bug… — Malak El Halabi Copy Share
“Noah's ark is on the tombstone of drowning desire and I am walking furiously on water.” — Malak El Halabi Copy Share
“I love you, just a little, as little as a single drop of water that contains the entire essence of the ocean.” — Malak El Halabi Copy Share
“There was warmth in his large piercing brown eyes. The kind of warmth that tucks a child into bed. The same kind of warmth… — Malak El Halabi Copy Share
“I watched you storm towards the restaurant door. It was a chilly December morning and the birds sitting on the high wires in the… — Malak El Halabi Copy Share
“She is the woman that contradicts Simone de Beauvoir's saying "One is not born, but rather becomes, a woman." She is the woman that… — Malak El Halabi Copy Share
“Beach reading: Planning on reading, but failing relentlessly due to the heart-stirring view.” — Malak El Halabi Copy Share
“You are the Arabian stallion that neighs on the crossroad of my heart ache covering me with the dust of my own ardor.” — Malak El Halabi Copy Share
“He says "You are my property" and I feel relieved. After all, no one wishes to shatter what he owns.” — Malak El Halabi Copy Share
“You dance the troika in the opening of my veins and I only protest with a murmur.” — Malak El Halabi Copy Share
“You are to my soul what God is to a mother praying for her child at the altar.” — Malak El Halabi Copy Share
