Hassan Al-MakkiMy star asked me gently, and I couldn't deny anymore what my heart desired. I had been missing Mahjub for a long time, even before my star begged me to bring him home again.I know I had been terribly cruel to him, but he needed it to mature and understand his place not only in Sudan but also within our family. It hurt to be harsh, insensitive, stupid, authoritarian, and all the other adjectives that could describe me as a father to the son I was very lucky to have. When Carol decided to give me a biological son, I saw it as a gift from Allah.But when my son chose to disgrace our family by being filmed in that orgy during the night, it was time to teach him one last lesson: Honor!I watch my brother Bruno working on something I have no idea about, while our wife is curled up, sleeping on my thigh. I gently stroke her long hair, noticing new gray strands that make her even more beautiful.“How are you feeling?” Bruno asks me, and I see the concern in his eyes.“Anxious
Hassan Al-MakkiWith time, we learned that she hates the mess we make when searching for anything in our travel bags, so we just wait for our wife to organize what we need. Seeing her content is what we love to do, especially if it will make her happy. As Bruno always says, "Happy wife, happy life."“I’m sure we all fit just fine here; if not, I’ll sleep with the girls!” I frowned at the idea.While Bruno shook his head, I started taking off my clothes, just as our wife removed everything she was wearing and chose a swimsuit and a beach cover-up with sleeves. I swapped my underwear for swim trunks, put on shorts, and left my shirt open.After all, we were all family, and with the day promising to be hot, I was sure we would soon be sailing. We were just waiting for our grandchildren and a few more friends to arrive. I sat on the edge of the bed, and Bruno placed his hand on my shoulder.“We’ll be by your side the whole time, but it’s time to reconcile with our boy, brother!” he said,
Mahjub Al-MakkiI walked along the deck of the yacht with my mother, who was leaning on my arm, talking about how happy she was to see me with Hope, saying we made a beautiful couple, and, modestly speaking, they were right. We do look great together…Even while talking with my mother, who was already eager to organize our entire wedding celebration. Making it clear that it would be the most talked-about week in the entire Middle East, thinking about all the guests that would need to be invited, not leaving out any world leader. As a crown prince, I am sure many celebrities are eager to attend such a grand event as my wedding. I am confident that my mother and aunt will do everything according to our traditions.As soon as we entered the dining room, I smiled when I saw who was there. To my surprise, our entire family was here. I felt the hand of my father Hassan on my shoulder and, on the other side, my father Bruno. “Happy birthday, kid!” he said, and I smiled at everyone there.
Mahjub Al-MakkiI felt the heavy hand of my father Hassan on my shoulder, knowing he was proud of everything he was seeing. Even though everything that happened in recent years had caused pain and suffering, we knew it was all very useful for my growth, not just as a man, but as a man of faith. It proves that now I am ready to assume the place that is rightfully mine. During my exile, my father ended up taking my place at the palace, handling all the responsibilities that should have been mine."I am proud of you..." I saw my father Hassan looking at his triad. "We all are!" I heard him say.I turned towards my father Hassan and smiled, happy to hear this from him. I nodded, and we continued talking for a while until my mother appeared wearing a hijab, with all the women in the family by her side, ready to go to the airport.Still holding the masbaha, missing a few jewels, I passed the beads through my fingers, praying to Allah to keep my jida well and lucid so he could see that I ha
Hope de LucaThe day after we arrived at the palace, amid so many celebrations and farewell feelings for Mahjub's grandfather's departure that we all knew was coming, we slipped away to a pharmacy. I needed to buy a morning-after pill, and even though we had decided to sleep in the same bed, we won't touch each other anymore.First, because Ramadan has started, and second, because our wedding is approaching, at least that's what my mother and mother-in-law have been saying since they saw us together and realized we were truly a couple.It's been fifteen days since I arrived in Sudan, and to the family's sorrow, Salim Al-Makki passed away the following week. The mourning period has been heavy here at the palace; I realized how beloved the sheikh was by everyone, not just the family but the entire population of his country.All the family members have already left, and I decided to stay here. After all, my wedding is in a few days, and I want to get to know my country and its people bet
Hope de LucaI feel that with each step I take, it's as if I'm walking on a trampoline, making me dizzy with worry. If it truly is Allah's will that Guilherme is no longer with us, I will postpone this wedding for a few more days; I know Mahjub won't mind.I enter the room and manage to pack everything we need to go to the airport. I rush to our closet and change into more Western clothes, putting on a long-sleeved bodysuit and jeans. I keep the hijab and grab a jacket to complete the look.“My swan?” I hear Mahjub’s voice.“In the closet,” I say, turning towards him.He enters, already taking off his keffiyeh and thobe, planning to wear non-traditional clothes. I find him handsome in jeans and a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, but he is still my charming desert prince.“We’ll attract a little less attention if we’re not wearing our traditional clothes; we need discretion,” he says. “We just found out the possible reason for the plane crash…”I look at Mahj
Hope de LucaI got up too quickly and felt the world spinning around me. I ended the call to avoid worrying my prince, and noticed that Ella had sensed my discomfort.“Are you okay, Hope?” she asked with her gentle voice.I raised my hand and called her over. I saw her hurriedly get up from the ground, and soon both of them were helping me. I felt a pressure on the back of my neck, not imagining that all this excitement would cause such an effect.“Call everyone, it’s better to take me to the hospital…” I said just before my mother-in-law appeared in the garden.“Hope?” she panicked upon seeing me.“Laís, hurry here, we have to take your sister-in-law to the hospital!” Her eyes looked terrified.I felt several hands guiding me to the car. I saw that only my mother-in-law was going to take me, so I needed to think quickly.“Come with me, Pietra, I need someone to handle my mother-in-law and sister-in-law without my fiancé here!” I said, feeling the various eyes on me.“Afraid of needle
Mahjub Al-MakkiWe left home early; I managed to evade Hope and Pietra, who were wandering around Henrique’s mansion garden. Luckily, I convinced her to go back to her room. I was awakened by a message from my brother-in-law telling me where I should go.Samir had already said that Matthew and another senator were under surveillance. Everything indicated that they had bribed a hangar employee to sabotage the aircraft, intending to kill Mr. Lira, now the country’s president. We only needed to find them alive to take office.We were in the vast area of the dense forest. There were several rescue teams, and it was evident how exhausted they were from the relentless search. They were having coffee and discussing the chances of still finding them alive after a week.Most still believe that if they survived the crash, they must be severely injured and close to death, while the other part of the rescue teams believes we are searching for dead bodies.I really want to believe that Allah has n
Between Wines, LoveZara AlcântaraMy youngest brother's wedding happened, and I still can't believe so many things have happened in the last five months.I gaze at the sunset that occurred in Ibiza. I managed to return to Capri alongside Pietra and Guilherme. I didn't want to spend any more time deluding myself that one day Ruslan would give up who he is to live by my side in Europe.Being in love with him was something that wasn't in my plans, but what could I do? He's handsome, a lord, that romantic man every woman hopes to find one day to call her own.On the small table, there was a cheese platter and a bottle of wine that I was analyzing, wonderful to be savored alongside a company that will take you to heights, giving you multiple orgasms.I was ready to take the last sip and go to the hotel to enjoy my love disillusionment when I noticed two men approaching the chair behind mine!I look back at the setting sun and bring the glass to my lips, savoring the taste, feeling each no
Sheik Mahjub Al-MakkiI see the guard shaking his head, and I enter the apartment with my bag, hoping my mother has packed something for me to wear tonight!I walk through the space I already know well and start to smell the perfume my wife is wearing. I smile when I see that she received the red and white roses I ordered yesterday to congratulate her on the stylish completion of her time at the Bolshoi.It's something she handled within herself. Despite my deep concern over not having my wife with me full-time in the last six months, I know it's been even more difficult and exhausting for her. I saw her face thinning out in the last month, with the insane routine she was enduring, the little time she took to rest.I saw her trying to juggle being at home, being present by my side, and trying to fulfill her ballet performance schedule.I entered the bedroom, and to my surprise, my mother had packed a tuxedo in the bag. My intention was to wear traditional clothes, but why not repeat t
One Year LaterSheikh Mahjub Al-MakkiWho would have thought that Allah would bless me as He did. Five years ago, I discovered the so-called “rock bottom”, a Brazilian expression my parents brought into our home, and with much pain, I discovered the real meaning of that phrase.After our honeymoon, there was the celebration of my assuming leadership of our entire nation. Despite the implementation of a democratic government in Sudan over the years, something that pushes the poorest parts of my country into misery every day, we continue to do our best for those who seek us out.It was a beautiful celebration, and my wife, as always, was wonderful by my side. Day after day, Hope continues to surprise everyone with her approach to the various charities she has embraced with such care.The main one is the “Sudanese Ballerinas”. When she's not taking care of our home and family, she's helping and teaching young women in our country to stand on their toes and dance as beautifully as she doe
Hope Al-MakkiI'm the person who once hated him for what he did, who didn't want to hear about him anymore. Now, my only desire is to feel my husband unraveling inside me.I slide my hands from his shoulders and hold my breasts, gently squeezing, letting him see what I'm doing. His movements intensify, and with each new thrust, I get closer to a new orgasm.My muscles start to contract, just as my legs begin to have small spasms. Our breaths were quickened and uneven."So good!""Ohhhh..." My mind was jelly at that moment.We were tired after almost a week without proper sleep and mainly missing sharing the bedside by side. My husband has slight spasms, showing that he reached his peak, as I had my own orgasm.I open my eyes and see my husband taking in air, his face starting to show fatigue from all the excitement we've had in the last week. This will be the best memory we'll have."We still have several hours until we land, how about a little nap?" He asks me."It will be wonderful,
Hope Al-MakkiOur party was still going on when Mahjub took my hand and led us to the waiting car. We were a mix of exhaustion and happiness; it's impossible not to say how radiant we were that night.As we entered the small aircraft that soon was flying over Khartoum and taking us towards Dubai, I felt excitement for what was about to happen. The fatigue we were feeling wouldn't erase all the longing and desire I have for my husband.I turn my back and wait for my husband; I know he's just as eager as I am for him to take me out of this dress, which is starting to squeeze various parts of my body.My hair was a shade lighter than usual, as I'm not blonde like my mother, which doesn't sadden me; I like the tone it is. I feel the strands of my hair cascade over my shoulders as Mahjub removes the hijab I was wearing. The same one he gifted me on our wedding day.With my back turned to have the dress taken off of me, I start feeling button after button, my body starting to be freed from
Mahjub Al-MakkiMy heart was skipping with happiness; there were only minutes left until I saw Hope entering the grand hall, and my anxiety was almost out of control. I was desperate with longing and just wanted her by my side.Matheus and Zara were next to me, trying to keep me from running off to find my swan. I saw my parents dancing joyfully, and it was impossible not to feel the same enthusiasm they were feeling at that moment. Even the imam was festive; he was dancing among my family members.Then the music changed, and I turned towards the same doors I had entered just a few minutes ago. I felt my hands sweating, and then I saw my beautiful swan. She was wearing a dress that revealed she truly was a princess… My princess!Hope was in her completely sparkling white dress, making her the center of attention. The voluminous skirt prevented her from dancing more freely as she entered the hall alongside her parents, with her siblings right behind them. As is our culture, the two f
Mahjub Al-MakkiI couldn’t be happier. We've been celebrating for three days straight, with many festivities, dances, tributes, visits from heads of state, celebrities, and most importantly, seeing the happiness of both our families around us.These are the same families I once deeply hurt by not understanding and accepting the choices my parents made for me and even Hope’s parents made for her. I didn’t accept their choices for me, and in a very hard way, I discovered that I lost precious time alongside my swan, whom I watched mature from a distance.I look at the whole party happening on this side of the hall. My brothers were having fun, going in and out of the curtains, watching Hope prepare to enjoy her own party. I wanted so much to be near her, to see how nervous she must be. To participate in each of the stages she is going through.We haven’t seen each other for practically a week, and we’ve barely spoken since everyone has been doing their best to complicate any moment I cou
Hope de LucaI looked at my fiancé, who extended his hand and pulled me into his arms. We heard exclamations from everyone present and some laughter too.“I miss you,” he said, his lips touching my forehead.“I miss you too!” I nestled into his arms.We heard our families socializing, my parents talking with my in-laws, who were gifting them with small jewelry boxes. But at that moment, I was captivated by Mahjub's gaze. He seemed to be scanning every part of my face, making me blush and showing that my health was better.I looked to the side when I felt a subtle touch on my waist. Ruslan was there with the case containing my gift for Mahjub. I took the box and turned to face my prince.“The first time I gave this to you, I saw you as a fairy tale prince who needed something to remember my existence,” I said, watching him open the case. “Today, we are on a completely different level. This piece is no longer just a reminder but a symbol of my love for you.”I took the masbaha from his
Hope de LucaReligion forbids us from touching or having intimacy before marriage; it is a law imposed by the Quran, one that I have already made my beautiful prince break. I hear him asking for forgiveness daily, and of course, I also ask for forgiveness. But I would never stop sleeping by his side.However, the wedding was approaching, and my mother-in-law made us separate a bit to obey the laws, the same ones we had been breaking since our reunion. We hadn't seen each other for a few days already, and we still had the next few days to endure the longing of sharing the same room.After we met my friend and his father, we spent almost a month in Washington. I wanted to be close to Guilherme, to be his friend as I always had been. Even though there were still some reports about our engagement, I would not stop being by his side.To ease the whole situation and exposure that Guilherme was going through, my father decided to cancel the marriage proposal that Gui had made. He wrote a not