Mortal Hearts, Divine Souls:
A Goddess’s Path to Love
After a long day of meetings and planning, Amina was relieved to walk through her front door. The schoolmaster had brought in a few special speakers and one of them, a man named Malik, had this magnetic, majestic presence. Plus he was unbelievably gorgeous.
As he introduced himself, his voice seemed to spin through Amina’s stomach, leaving butterflies in its wake. When he shook her hand there was an electricity they both felt. She had to make herself focus intently on the school master’s presentation to get through it.
After the session, Amina quickly exited the campus. She was not prepared to encounter this man again. She was a bit rattled, but a nice shower would settle her down. Arriving home she was grateful for the end of a long day. This village was a vibrant hamlet full of beautiful people and the sweetest children. Their precious faces and their excitement for learning would make it hard for her to leave when the time came.
She wouldn’t think of that for now. Not yet. In this moment she would be grateful for the relative comforts of her quaint little home. A comfy couch lined with pillows in shades of lavender and plum. The beautiful lamp with its multifaceted glass shade that glistened with or without a light.
