Jasminah was someone who always struggled with mental  health and addiction.  She suffered from depression for most of her young life. The only things that acted like therapy for her were the TSA  and her girlfriend,   me!     One she loved makings difference in other people's life and I help with her self esteem.

I was told many times that I was her rock.   That being said, I think she is my rock as I have ptsd.  I  had this monkey on my back since I was born, basically.    Like Jasminah, I was born in a war zone.  I was born in Eastern Europe.  This basically  fucked me up.

And don't give me this bullshit about babies not remembering anything. We do for the most part.   I just remember the fucking noise , being  cold and being in pain.   Those I remembered exactly.  For one I fucking hate balloons and balloon animals and I have a high high pain tolerance.

This is also the reason why I am in TSA.  Because what happened to me shouldn't happen to anyone else.  I like to avoid someone else from getting war/terrorism related ptsd.  Post traumatic stress disorder.

  As I grew up, I knew i was different from my friends at the time.  One was that something  did happened and I was also bullied through and through for it.   I also was not a girlie girl, I hated wearing dresses and skirts.  So, there might be another reason why I was bullied.

When I was in grade nine, I tried to date guys, and that went belly up when I saw that the guy was not into me at all.  Well, no love lost there... I could care less, too. 

It was when I was in grade ten that I noticed Jaminah looked strikingly beautiful and was exotic.   It's better than my pasty ass.

She was and still is curvey and has hair down to her butt.   So, how did we meet other than noticing each other?

Well,  I was quietly eating lunch when she walked up and sat with me.  I only had one other friend at that time.  Tish, who was a prankster and annoying at times.   Where tish was Cubby and not that pretty that was something I could deal with.

But I could not get used to this stunner looking at me and talking to me.   Soon, I was talking to her, and after that first lunch, she kissed me.    It was unusual  to kiss another girl... but it was fun and unique.    Since then, we could not be septerated. 

I remember  that my friends stopped being my friends because of this. 

But i look at this with more fondness than regrett.

As I looked at her, smiling at me radiantly in the airport hotel room that we rented.  She kissed me tenderly as if we were still in high school.   We  just got off work, and we were just going to have some loving.  I held her I my arms as we started to make love.

Usually, we spend most of the off time in the airport hotel.  We could not stay away from each other.

As she kissed me, I felt fire works went of in my heart.   "Come on, Moon, make love to me!"

"I want nothing more to do so," I said, starting to feel her up.  "I want you and only you!"

She was so hot that I could not help but make love to her.  As I kissed her, i also kissed her neck and collar bone and other parts of her.

"That is it," she giggled. 

I started to  make make love to her as she was telling me that I was better than any guy she knew of.

I was getting worried that my librete pricing on my lips was going to get caught on something.   I ad two piercings in my nose. One in my lip and eyebrow.   I also had a few tattoos.   But those don't get caught on stuff.  

Jaminah only her nose pierced and her ears (several times).  She also never had anyone else but me.  She was also  a metal head but for Arabic music, which I didn't mind either.

She was soon making love to me.nit just sweetly, but she wanted to be kinky.

"Moon," she said.  "Oh moon!" 

I never thought that she was an angel. i thought of her as a miracle. Jasminah started to bite her lip and was finished with lovemaking.  For now.

"I like looking in your big blue eyes," she said.

"And i could get lost in your golden eyes too."

"You're so cute," she said.  "Maybe we should find a place."

"I agree, but I love what we have now."

"I do too, but i should introduce you to my parents," Jasminah said, kissing me.  "It would make sense."

"It would make sense for me to frisk you!!!" I said.  "I am ready for round two."

"What about 3, and 4 " she giggled.

That was when i heard the worst ring too one the planet.  It was hers, and she pricked up and got the phone.   "It's my mom checking on me!"

"You're 23. She can wait."

"I know, but she gets worried."

"Does she have know about me," I asked.

"Yes, she does," jasminah said.  "And my father, too."

"Really," I asked.

"Ye, they want to meet you tomorrow," she said. "No more of this!"

"What? i love this hotel,"  I said.

"No, it feels like we are keeping each other a  secret," she said.  "But this is our love nest in way."

"It sure is," I said.

She picks up a book and starts reading.   She was sensual and beautiful at the same time.  "You well get more loving after you meet my parents."

"Sounds good."

I decided to go to sleep while I still could.  You never know when you are on call.  This was similar to being a doctor.  You never know when you're needed.

Soon Jasminah turns out the light and soon all I hea is rambunctious family next door and plane after plane.

The next morning, she was trying to find the news.  She was not one for the news, but there was some chatter about a body in the park where she used to play in as a child.

This park was usually safe for a couple of acts of human stupidity.  Crime wise. But she was  nostalgic about this park. So I allowed it.

"There it is," she exclaimed as we had coffee.  "It's Maddie Godtard who was killed.  She used to be my friend, that was until grade 8.

"She would verbally attack me," she complained.  "Every day!"

I was going to keep my  comments to myself as I fucking hate bullying.  "If you ask me, she was bad mouthing someone and got what she deserved."

"Really,"I asked.  "You literally say this about another human."

She just kissed me and told me what she called her.

"You know I had two girls that we up my ass too.  They name called me everything  under the sun for my ptsd.  They also popped balloons just to piss me off...

"And it got worse. They tried to literally torture me once.....it was awful," i said.  "I would never wish this on anyone."

"That is good," she said.  "And I love you for that."

That was when I looked at the time.  "We need to go to worm!"

"Maybe I could search you," she said, winking.  "I would love to be with you again."

"Me too," I said.  

We got our TSA uniforms on and got to  the airport to do our jobs.   We also worked at the same check point.    But I was hoping to be a police officer one day. 

Though I wanted to marry her.  That would not change.  But unlike her i could not the verbal abuse people  give us.

She on the other hand was tougher than me as far as TSA was concerned concerned. 

She was from Afghanistan originally but was not religious  as she saw what that can do to a person.    It can either bring out the good in someone or it would make them a monster.  She and her family never bought into the religion thing....and nor did I.

I was from catholic family but the catholic school system I was in was horrible to sag the least.  They literally allowed bullying.

It was kind of a pain. 

I was getting a donut for breakfast as I could not wait for a proper breakfast.  This I usually  do anyone talking a crappy breakfast instead of a proper breakfast.  It was annoying  but I had snacks with me.  As I started to eat the donut I saw the pictures of Godtard on the front of the newspapers.  That being said she looked like the  type person who would love to torment me. Or any decent human.

I was looking at Jasminah  as she frisked the passengers.  I was hoping to she would do the same with me.

"Jealous," she smiled and winked at me.  "We can do it later."

I smiled at her and went to checking baggage.  But she kept catching my eye.    I really wanted to kiss her and make love to her.    

She looks at me again and she declares break.  "How are you!"

"I want to be with you again," I said.  "That is how I am doing."

"Well, soon,"  she said. "OK,"

She waved the security wand around like a magic wand.    I smiled at  her and wonder how I got so lucky to be with her.

I smiled at her.  She was still beautiful. Then that was when  some other male TSA agent was  looking at her up and down.

"Hey," I said. "What you doing."

"Just admiring her," he said.  He looked like a backstreet boy and he looked like trouble.  "Why you dating her."

"Yes," I said.

"Ok," he said.  "Will back off."

"Better back off," I said angrily.  As if it was school yard. "Backstreet boy."

"What did you call me?"

That was when supervisor O'Malley came and AJ to stop talking and to get to work.  And so backstreet boy had to go back to checking for unattended bags.  He was only good for that, only that.

Aj was an evil person, in my opinion, who was nothing but trouble.  He was looking for some good time or another.  He was corrupt for his age.  He was also a dimwit.

Why did I bother getting into arguments with him? He was beyond me.   Soon, I started to dread the night with their parents.  I am female, but I have no interest  in meeting the parents.  It was not something that I wanted to do yet. 

It was not because I was fearing g commitments  it was.i hated seeing other people's parents.  I had the same problem with tish and she was my best friend.

I looked at the clock and saw it was time to go off and started to get ready for dinner.  As I tried to look at this as our relationship evolving, it was still a pain. Also, i felt more comfortable in my TSA uniform  than anything else. To wear anything else was weird.

I might not like verbal abuse, but I loved my job for the purpose of cleaning up the friendly skys.

"Jesus Christ," I said. "I am hungry!"

I wanted to eat more  than anything.  As I started to get ready to meet her parents, I was starting to feel more honored  than hungry  for food.

When I walked up the walkway of her childhood home, she answered and greeted me with a kiss.

"Hello," the father said, walking up to the door with her mother."You must be Moon? We heard a nice thing about you!"

They seemed open-minded and very nice.  I did not know why people were so weary about these people, but that was what I thought. 

Her father seemed like a nice but stubborn man.  Her mother seemed like a good person, too.

As we had dinner and talked, I learned more about the parents and Afghanistan  than anything else.  They were very hospitable and nice. I really do no difference with them.

I wasn't one for meat, but I ate the vegetables  that were on my plate.  I never really liked meat for taste and texture reasons.  Most people don't eat this stuff for moral reasons, but I just didn't like meat.  I started to wonder what was for dessert.

I was also focusing on jasminah.  She looked so nice and she looked like an angel.

"Hope you like some Afghani desserts?" Mr. Khoury said.

"Never tried it," i said.

"You will love," he said.

"Good," I said. "Because I am hungry."

That being said them dessert was good.... like a Turkish delight.  I wanted more of this stuff. But I couprmnot eat anymore.

After a while, Jasminah and I made our way to the  door.  She grabbed something from her  house as we left.  That was something that was supposed to be a surprise.  As I looked, I said that it was a ring of her mother's from her grandmother.

I did nit want to blow it, so I acted and played koi.  I did not even ask what it was she brought with her from her parents' place.

When we got back to our love nest," Maybe we should do promise  rings.  It sounds romantic!"

"Yes, it does."

That was when she slid the ring on.ky finger and kissed me.  "I hope yours is as beautiful as you."

"I think what you gave me as equally beautiful as you." I kiss her passionately on the mouth.  "I love you!"

So next time I was off from work, I had to find the perfect ring from my Jewelry box.

This would be easy as I only had one ring that I did not wear.  It was a deep blue diamond that my grandmother passed on to me.  I cared about my grandmother. But not the ring.

"I have just the perfect thing for the perfect woman!"

"What is it."

"Blue diamond ring!!"   Her eyes lit up as I was telling her that my grandmother would want her to have it.  It was that simple. 

One thing you needed to know about Jasminah was that she was not materialistic in any way.  She was simple and loving, but she could not either.

She smiled at me and kissed me tenderly.