What Dreams Do Come

“What’s true in our minds, is true”
Robin Williams said.
My reality, my living
is different than yours,
but no less true.

Heba, you once called me:
"My habibti"
which means “my love”
in Arabic.

You wore a blue outfit 
and a white hijab to my house
when you brought 
your two daughters to visit.  

Taleen held one of our guinea pigs.
She was scared of Daphne, at first. 
You are also scared of dogs,
so, I kept her in my bedroom 
so you would feel safe.

Heba, I made love to you
with words.
Your husband hated me for that
and forbid our friendship
soon after.

I know you are forbidden 
to love another woman,
but I will love you through 
these little lines, regardless.

I gave your daughter 
an empty locket 
and kneeled down
to kiss the inside.

I sealed the kiss
in the costume jewelry.   

“I love you Taleen, 
keep my love inside
and take care of your mother.”
I’ll never see her again, either.

Remember, Heba,
love doesn’t understand
or follow the rules of your
religion, or mine.

If celebrating your beauty
from one woman to another
is against your Islamic God,
then I don’t want to meet him,
anyway. 

But Heba, I hold onto the good
memories and conversations.
Unrequited love taught me
so much more about love
then I knew before you.

I will always be your habibti
if only in my own mind.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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