Farhana

“Verde que te quiero verde.
Verde viento. Verdes ramas.
El barco sobre la mar
y el caballo en la montaña.

Green, how I want you green.
Green wind. Green branches.
The ship out on the sea
and the horse on the mountain.”
― Federico García Lorca, Romancero gitano

“He was tall and trim, with the build of a young man proficient in warfare. His dark hair was straight and styled in a manner suggesting a desire for order in all things. As she strode onto the dais, she looked up at him, refusing to balk, even in the face of her king. His thick eyebrows raised a fraction. They framed eyes so pale a shade of brown they appeared amber in certain flashes of light, like those of a tiger. His profile was an artist’s study in angles, and he remained motionless as he returned her watchful scrutiny.”
― Renee Ahdieh, The Wrath & the Dawn

“The warm sound of her laughter stole through Khalid's skin, heating the coldest reaches of his soul.”
― Renee Ahdieh, The Rose & the Dagger

“The wind began to blow again. It was the levanter, the wind that came from
Africa. It didn't bring with it the smell of the desert, nor the threat of Moorish
invasion. Instead, it brought the scent of a perfume he knew well, and the
touch of a kiss—a kiss that came from far away, slowly, slowly, until it
rested on his lips.

The boy smiled. It was the first time she had done that.

"I'm coming, Fatima," he said.”
― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist