But maybe after you read my story, you will understand how I lost my heart back on that rich Mesopotamian soil, where the Tigris and Euphrates meet. I...t all happened last year at Muharram, the first month of the Islamic calendar, which corresponded to December and January last year. In case you haven’t figured it out yet, yes, I am a Muslim, a Shi’a Muslim in fact. My parents were born in Iran, and fled to the west after the fall of the Shah. It was from them that I inherited my faith in ‘Ali. We spoke a lot with more than just our voices. I was sure that we would see each other naked fairly soon. But it wasn't going to be tonight, so we walked back to my shop. I kissed her like I meant it, and I'm pretty sure she got the message.Sophia seemed to wobble a little as I let her go. I'm pretty sure it wasn't from the alcohol since we only had one drink each. Holding her hand, I led her over to her car. I waited for her to get it started before leaning in to kiss her again.As I. Mene notice kiya ki kafi der se mujhe hi ghur rahe the pehele to mujhe aajib laga, mujhe laga vo log shayad chor the jo meri chizo ko dekh rahe the lekin nahi vo mujhe dekh rahe the mene pehele ignore kiya fir bhi vo mujhe hi ghur rahe the lekin fir train aa gai or me train me chad gai me general dabe me sit thi train me jyada bhid nahi thi mai apni site par beth gai vo dobo meri side vali site par bethe the me side set par thi vo bagal me . 10 minutes bad train chal padi thodi der bad log sab. ” One night after we'd smoked some good pot and were buzzed, we took our beers out into the back yard. There were redwood fences about eight feet high separating the back yards from each other, but there was a wooded play area opposite our building where some of the older k**s “hung out” after dark. Though we couldn't see anyone among the trees, we new that someone might be there – watching us. As we drank our beers in the middle of our back yard, we started kissing and rubbing each other and.