When I think of us, I see two people holding swords.

Not to fight each other —
but to face the world.

If we ever chose to use them fully, we would be difficult to defeat.

Your sword is your love for clarity.
You refuse confusion. You want things named, understood, resolved.

Mine is listening.
And finding a way forward.

Together, they fit.

If you are confused, bring me the tangled yarn you’re holding — we will untangle it side by side.

If we are stuck, we will discuss it.

If you ever come to me and say, “Ahmed, we need to talk. We need to fix something,”
I will be there.

Not judging.
Not reacting blindly.
Not rushing to impose a solution.

I will listen to understand.

I am not the kind of man who decides alone.
Not the kind who assumes what you value, what you want, or what you should accept.

I do not want power over you.

I want dialogue with you.

Do you need me calm and steady?
A little humorous to ease the tension?
Or serious and grounded because the moment requires it?

Tell me.

I am here.

Not only for the problems that belong to both of us —
but for yours.
And for you, when you help me carry mine.

Understanding and communication are our weapons.

Let us keep them sharp.