Disclaimer: I do not own Eastenders. (Maybe that's a good thing, because Christian and Syed would TOTALLY be together by now, defying all logic and causing severe damage to a carefully planned storyline.....ahem ;) Anyway...
This…forbidden love, you call it.
Forbidden only by religion,
Your religion.
How can you bear it?
I look at you and see, not only a man I love,
But a frightened soul.
Forbidden, by something written long ago
By other men.
Did they know then what pain they would cause,
The types of confusion and fear that would ravage hearts everywhere?
Your heart…
In all its beauty, I know that it's broken,
Ravaged by these words of men.
...
And so it's my words against theirs.
They claim to have received theirs from God,
Your God,
But mine come from my heart.
They were messengers, interpreters,
And yet only men.
So where does the truth really lie?
I cannot believe that a god,
Presumably the same who created love,
Could forbid what we have,
Could stand to see such an angel as yourself
Suffer.
...
But it isn't really God you're afraid of,
Is it?
It's your family.
Your mother's wrath.
Your father's disappointment.
I can only imagine surprise from your brother,
But where will it leave him, in the long run?
You say you have so much to lose.
I know you'll only lose more if you aren't honest.
You'll end up only hurting Amira,
Then slowly yourself as the lies consume you.
...
I can't bear that.
I can't bear anything hurting you,
Especially yourself.
I can deal with my own pain,
But I promised myself I wouldn't let anything harm you.
I promised you.
...
So it's my words against theirs.
Choose, but choose for the best.
I only have your best at heart.
Hardly my own, though I'll always love you.
Always.