“Whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,” they said.
Wish. Shake. Roll.
Two men. Decent men. They went to study English in the States. “Muslim men,” they said. They were happy because they could finally do the things they could never do back home. Like going on,
Two girls. Nice girls. They sat in a fancy restaurant waiting to meet their two foreign friends. Two bottles of wine. They held hands and talked. Soon, they were couples. They told stories. Some stories were not entirely true, but it didn’t matter. They laughed and drank.
Two couples. Two years. Dinners. Discussions. Philosophies. Sex. Sex. Sex. Road trips: Florida. Key West. New York. Boston. Chicago. Friendship and love. And, too many —– (things that cannot be put into words).
Two men. Grown up. “It’s just the way life is.” They said. “We’re too different. You see, we’re Muslims. It would never work.” Two girls. Two men. Broken hearts. Two years later. Nothing had changed, and suddenly, “things were different?” The girls cried together and silently prayed in their own ways.
Two boys. Back home with heads held high. Honor. They played poker over tea. One reaffirming the other as to why it just couldn’t be. “Too unchaste,” one said. “Too driven,” the other said. “Too different” they both concluded. Two year. Two good girls reduced to too many adjectives. “Good game,” one boy said and they raised their glasses to forget.