It was in September and I was coming from Africa to register for university , the Lebanese community was a little bit strange for me after spending 5 years Overseas.

I used to spend most of my time at my cousins place Paul “I hope when you read this you know how grateful I am to you because you made me meet the love of my life” .One night we decided to go out for a disco he was meeting his girlfriend Carole and he promised that she will bring her friend with her so that I can have company .

The time reached I was waiting in the car when she came in very proud , strong personality , baby face and innocent smile.

I felt confused for a moment afterwards we involved in a an introductory chat along the road , we reached the place and it was a beach party she appeared to me not caring at that time and so I did , we spent the night danced and talked before leaving I decided to give her my number and I was shocked when she refused it by saying she doesn’t call anyone I just accepted the situation but deep in my heart I was saying I am not anyone or at least i will not be. Something made me feel that with confidence. “Mayouch I lied to you over the years saying that I was not shocked about this and here I admit it now”

Almost a months passed I was busy registering for my university and so was my cousin until one day he called me suggesting that we organize a plan for the week end he said Carole told Maya and she was happy about that , I was happy too I said its an opportunity for revenge.

We met at Kaslik and went up the way to Harissa that night I felt that my life has changed her kind eyes and charm face made me feel as if we were friends a long time ago. I forgot about my revenge and turned to the serious guy the trip ended and this time she accepted my phone number not only that she gave me her’s too.

We became close friends for a period I was passing in some difficulties since I was living in university dorms at the north and she was in Beirut.



On the 13 of November and on a Saturday we planned to go to Shivers night club the same group of people with some more friends , we agreed to pick Maya and Carole from her house it was the 1st time I enter her house of a, I met her mother “Hameti” her sisters and little brother I was hoping not to meet her father but after knowing him I wished I met him first.

This night was the happiest in my life I felt like I have to say something but was just waiting for us to arrive I was watching her along the road all over and deep inside , my heart was shivering .

We entered the night club I was sitting as if fire was under me I wanted to say that word in the same time I was scared It was the 1st time I say it in my life I came close to her and said I would like to talk to you outside the music was so loud inside and I was afraid that anything goes wrong , we went out and before reaching the stairs I turned and said “Maya there is a word inside my me that is disturbing me and I want to release it ” her eyes were carefully staring at mine waiting for what I have to say and I said it “I love you and want to be closer to you and know you better” , she looked at me for a moment my left leg was shaking but I tried holding myself up then she smiled and said “OK”. It was not a good answer for me I expected something else for such a situation but I was satisfied and we went back inside. At that time I was 18 years old and she was 15 years old, a great love story started she became everything for me I loved her more and more as time passes Haboula as I used to call her became everything in my life , my laugh , my tiers , the wind I breath the words I say my heart beats saying her name. Eight months later I kissed her the 1st kiss that I say with pride was the 1st in my life. I was sure it was the beginning of an endless love story that death will be the end of it and if there is way to continue after death I will surely do.

We spent nine years of true love and respect we went through ups and down but our love was always greater than everything. The day I decided to travel back to Africa , my flight was at night and I was at Hazmieh at my grandma’s place I suggested that she goes home since she has to drive alone and my brother will get me to the airport , we went down to the car I hugged her kissed smelt her wondering if this will be the last time I see her all I can say is that the feeling I had at that moment is a feeling I don’t wish for my enemies to have, I tried to hide everything at least until I disappear because I wanted to give her courage , the moment she went I ran into the building hall and exploded crying from the bottom of my heart crying as if I was snitched off something that was part of me its hard for me to cry but that night I cried and I am proud of that.

Now we are getting married and she will become my wife Mrs Sfeile I cant wait for that minute , the minute when nothing will separate me from her again , the moment when I will wake up in the morning seeing her by my side and kissing her good night before sleeping.

Remember this Mayouch : “All my toughts , hopes and dreams reflect on one scene , the scene of you and me together and when love is your greatest weakness you will be the strongest person in the world”.

My real life has started on the 9th of September 1995 , the day I met my little charming prince Walid.
During schools days our colleagues used to call us the three musketeers equivalent to Maya, Carole and Sahar we were inseparable.

”Carole I thank you from the bottom of my heart I will be grateful for the rest of my life”. We were used to hang out together whenever Carole wanted to meet Paul her boyfriend at that time and at each time they get to me a young guy for me not to get bored. One night Carole organized a plan to go out where the guest was the cousin of Paul coming from Africa. ”Why not said I. But first tell me is he handsome? Is he rich?” With this innocent phrase I accepted to go out with them as usual with my proud and serious attitude. He was waiting inside the car, my heart started to beat without any reason in the same time the car was so dark and I was trying to notice the shape of his face, his eyes along the road but couldn’t. He seemed to me a bit hard with his big black eyes, in other words a typical oriental man active and powerful.

At the end of the eve he tried to give me his phone number but my concept in life was “Never get in touch with a guy that thinks he is the best in the world” so I refused and was so deceived when he tiered apart the paper containing his phone number in pieces. Deep inside I did regret what I did wishing at the same time that he gives it to me again or simply ask for mine, but unfortunately nothing happened.

After one month was the second meeting, when as usual Carole called me to organize a plan to go out. At the beginning and honestly I didn’t know that it will be Walid coming to join us. I just felt ok and accepted without even asking any question about the plan. I was so happy when I saw him coming down of his car in Kaslik and heading towards us .We went all the way to Harissa, the charm of the night, of his eyes, of his sweet and serious words, placed me in a great world. This time I was waiting with patience for him to give me his number again and I assure you that I didn’t hesitate a fraction of a second to take it.

A 3rd station that was the most important in my life was on the 13th of November 1995 at Shivers night club when he invited me to go out and talk in a calm environment and told me that he loves me. I was waiting to hear this word but having a tedious character I preferred not to reply with the same word, it was enough for me to reply by saying “OK”. But my body was shaking from my head right down to my feet, I am sorry “ya zghir” I should have shouted “I love you too”. This word became a minimum compared to my feelings that even saying I adore you is not enough.

Nine years of true love, of sacrifice and tenderness passed, unforgettable moments, although we were still young but I can assure you that we lived a love story greater of Cinderella’s one since she got married to her prince in a short interval of time but “Habboul & Habboula” had enough time to unify. For me he represents my entire word, my joy and the blood that runs all over my body.

Two things touched me the most during the nine years: The first was when he sold his gold bracelet on my 17th anniversary to get me a nice Rovina watch since he was still studying. I didn’t know about this until recently since he assured to me several times that he lost it. I cried a lot the day I knew it since few are the men with such tenderness.

The second time was the day he was traveling back to Africa November 27th 2003, a catastrophic day, I didn’t stop from crying, my heart was broken it was the end of world for me. We were at Hazmieh at his grandma’s house and he refused that I accompany him to the airport, I got to a point that I was not sure if would be able to continue living for 1 year without feeling his tenderness, without kissing him everyday, but my faith in GOD and patience continued fighting, to wait with hope the moment when I will meet him again. I will never forget his eyes flooded with tears and his heart full of sadness.

You can read the text that he left on my PC with some captured photos that I discovered the next day after his departure. You can just imagine my reaction towards this and discover why I adore Walid.


“ To Maya
Bibo I left this as a surprise to you. I will be missing you very much more than you can imagine it’s hurting me deep inside but I am trying to hide it until I go for you not to be sad. I want you to take care of yourself very well and Don’t over work.
Sorry about every time I made you angry during my 5 weeks stay here I promise I will change when I come back and things would have become better. I want to hurry before you come from the sitting room.
I love you. »



I will soon be your wife I swear in front of GOD and all our friends that will read our story that I will do my best to make you the happiest man on earth.