Dear Dastan,
I'm still so sorry for not telling you anything. I hope your anger has faded a bit, and I hope you got my note from Bis. I miss you; at least I'd like a friend here. The sheik is rarely here, he was at first but I guess I was too depressing for him so he left to his journeys. He didn't suspect anything; piece of lamb liver inside me made the sheets bloody on our wedding night. You probably wouldn't want to hear this, but I had no choice.
Dear Dastan,
I just had my first son. He was born a bit early to be the sheik's, and a bit late to be yours. In my opinion he looks like you. The least I could do was to name him after you. He reminds me of you, whoever his father may be.
Dear Dastan,
only three months old, my baby boy has passed on to the care of my ancestors. I guess I'm not meant to be with any Dastan there is. He gave me comfort in my loneliness though; now I miss you even more. The sheik is mad at me but he tries to cover it – he thinks I didn't take care of the boy enough. I can see it in his eyes. I think I must submit to the fact that he tries to get another heir.
Dear Dastan,
My servants think I should look more beautiful so that my husband visits me in my palace more often. I do as they say and put on some make up – quite a lot actually. I wonder if you would recognize me if you came to get me. I don't think you got my note though; you would have replied, wouldn't you? Maybe it's for the best that you won't hear anything of me. That's why I won't ever send these letters to you. I still hope you forgive though.
Dear Dastan,
I just realized that you probably have a wife by now; it's been years already since we last saw each other. Or has it? I can't remember; my memory has been rather ill lately. I look sick as well, and the layer of make up on my face gets thicker and thicker. I have aged years since we parted; maybe it was years ago indeed. But I'm being repetitive. I just still hope you could come and get me. I hope you could also consider taking my two daughters with us; they could work in the kitchen just like I did, they are seven and six years old. I could be a servant of you and your wife; it would be enough just to be around you.
Dear Dastan,
I'm sitting in my room, in the middle of shatters. I have these strange rage fits of rage; maybe it's because of my sleeping problems or headaches. I think I'm going insane, and so thinks my husband. He has other wives already and he keeps me locked in here. I have an own palace, can you believe? Now we both are lucky ones, aren't we? Truthfully, back in your palace, I was lucky one as well; I just didn't know it then. I have told my daughters about you. They thought it was romantic but I'm not sure if they realized it was a true story! Maybe they can't picture their mother in a romantic situation? In my eyes they look like you, sometimes I wonder if they could be yours, somehow.
My anger has faded, as always when I think of you.
Dear Dastan,
I'm sick yet again. My feet won't work, I keep falling over and I can barely see. The sun is high but for me it's like the darkest hour of night. I feel like I'm dying, but I'd still like to see you. I wonder where you are, are you well, have you aged. It's hard to think of you as an old man; of course, it's not like you ARE an old man now, it must be only 15 years or so since we last saw each other.
I always hoped we could grow old together, side by side, like when we were children. I have only one memory left from the palace where I lived as a child; a heart-shaped ruby, so beautiful and small. Did I get it from you when we were young? I thought it was a blue sapphire, way bigger than this. Well, I can't remember the details but I know this ruby is important somehow; I keep it next to my heart. It reminds me of you; I'm not letting you go.
A/N: I decided it would be best to clear things out a bit; Samira, as many women in the past, suffered from a lead poisoning that lead to her death. Samira's continuous and increasing use of make up got her sick and caused her nasty symptoms including fatigue, fits of rage, headaches, paralysis, weakened eye sight and memory problems.