She boarded a flight to the desert skies,
To Saudi’s lands where the golden sun lies,
A two years contract in hand, a promise to keep,
But I held her departure, my heart in deep sleep.
Six months went by, with distance and time,
I waited for her return, for her voice to climb.
But then came a message, dark and unkind,
From a number with roots in a foreign land.
“Your wife is being fucked by Waarabu.”
The words hit like stones, cold and true,
A truth I feared, yet could not see,
A betrayal that carved through the heart of me.
Saudi Arabia, the land she now roams,
Now tied to a message that haunts our love.
Could these words be lies, a cruel jest,
Or has trust been shattered, put to the test?
I hold her love, but now it’s a ghost,
A haunting shadow, the one I loved most.
Is this the end, or a cruel twist of fate?
Only silence remains to determine our state.
To Saudi’s lands where the golden sun lies,
A two years contract in hand, a promise to keep,
But I held her departure, my heart in deep sleep.
Six months went by, with distance and time,
I waited for her return, for her voice to climb.
But then came a message, dark and unkind,
From a number with roots in a foreign land.
“Your wife is being fucked by Waarabu.”
The words hit like stones, cold and true,
A truth I feared, yet could not see,
A betrayal that carved through the heart of me.
Saudi Arabia, the land she now roams,
Now tied to a message that haunts our love.
Could these words be lies, a cruel jest,
Or has trust been shattered, put to the test?
I hold her love, but now it’s a ghost,
A haunting shadow, the one I loved most.
Is this the end, or a cruel twist of fate?
Only silence remains to determine our state.
