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This dream is a letter I wrote to the most beautiful woman I have ever known. She was a belly dancer in Beirut. I was working there as an engineer, involved in de-mining. She had started working as a belly dancer at 16, despite the protests of her mother, her father was involved with the war in Southern Lebanon, being a strict Shiite. Despite her family background she was a vivacious girl, 18 when I met her....proud of her beauty, and used to being admired. She was as full and free a woman as you could imagine. She had a poet's heart, a philosopher's mind, a free and wild spirit.

She was, surprisingly to some, a chaste person. I was her first lover. And that was because we loved each other so very much. A belly dancer is not the middle eastern equivalent of a stripper, you understand. Belly dancing is an art, they are invited to spice up everything from weddings to poetry contests with their [censored], ultra feminine dance. She was confident and loved being admired, from a distance, with respect. And her beauty went through and through. It was in her heart. She was the most alive person I have ever known. Feminine and strong willed, independent, and convinced that life had to be lived, people had to be cherished, and beauty had to flaunted! Not in an intimidating way of course. Maybe she was slightly naïve about the male mind. She thought that beauty just brought joy. Her wonderful smile, that could drive many a man to poetry or insanity, was always form the heart, not a tool of seduction. Despite all of this, there was pain in her life. There was the nagging guilt that she was doing something immoral, and a ...

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