Mahali

Genre: Folklore (Mahali). Rough Translation: “Your wish is my command, my love. I’ll stroke that narcissistic ego of yours and much more. Come pick me up, scoop me up, while no one else does. Recruit me. Make me yours. I’ll be a loyal, lifelong friend and lover. I’d probably even give my life for you. After all, no one has those devilish eyes disguised in rural innocence the way you do. Even if I travelled the whole world and back, I’d be coming back to ask how I’d be able to make you mine. Your white, European skin has the mark of Eastern, oriental union for some reason. And don’t look down on me, my love. Even if you’re from a higher class than I am. I know you’re from a higher class than I am. But still, give me a shot. You’re the only one I yearn for and even pray for in the depths of the night, so that God forbid, your husband doesn’t go through the kind of pain I do from all this distance and separation.”

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