Amun picked up the coffee mug and took a sip before sitting down at the kitchen table. “Coffee is good…. like always.” He chuckled quietly as he took another sip. Setting down the mug he reached across the table to pick up a newspaper that was fairly recent and began to flip through it slowly, scanning over anything that would stand out.
She chuckled, nodding in satisfaction before drinking down the warm beverage and beginning to work on their breakfast. Occasionally, she would glance up at him reading the paper as she worked, his deep, dark chocolate eyes skimming the ‘World News’ sections.
Before long, Kebi can hear slow, heavy footsteps making their way down stairs, and she looked up to see their eldest son stumble into the kitchen just as she pours the first part of the batter to make a waffle. “Good morning, Kai,” she greeted, pulling him forward for a hug and a soft forehead kiss. He only mumbles, tugging away and sitting across from his father. “I expected you to sleep in…” she commented, smiling at the boy.
"This one please," Nessie said handing her one of her Princess books. Nessie normally didn’t like hearing the same story twice, but this one had become one of her favorites. Nessie curled up in Ben’s lap and turned her full attention to Kebi.
Kebi accepted the book in slender fingers, balancing it on her fingertips before placing it in her lap. “As you wish…” The story was the timeless story of a young beauty who fell in love with a beast, though it is not the original version of the fairytale, which was far too complex for most children to understand but with the same happy result. “Once upon a time…” she began, continuing on to read the fairytale.
Aït Benhaddou, Morocco
Amun stayed in the bathroom for a few minutes longer shaving his face. After that he turned off the bathroom light and began to make his way downstairs, staying quiet enough not to wake the kids. He could already smell the aroma of coffee. He turned to walk into the kitchen and smiled at Kebi before speaking. “Is this better?” Amun asked trailing his hand on his jawline.
Kebi hummed as she rummaged through the refrigerator, pulling out eggs and milk to make pancakes as promised. She pursed her lips when she thought of the cleaning that would await her once breakfast was complete, so she pulled the waffle machine out from a cupboard, smiling in satisfaction and twisting to the coffee machine when the warm, rich aroma of roasted coffee beans filled the air.
Amun smiled as he approached, rubbing his chin with his large, strong hands. Kebi dragged her teeth along her bottom lip, reaching out to him and embracing him. “Hmm…” she hummed, rubbing her nose along his now clean-shaven face, the rich smell of aftershave filling her nose. “Much better…” she purred, bringing her lips to his again for another deep kiss. Pulling away, she turned and filled two cups of coffee, giving him one and taking the other.
The Al-Marzook Medical Center Mosque in Kuwait City by I.E. Zekaria Partnership in 1986. The mosque is designed using traditional Islamic forms that span from Morocco to Afghanistan. It accomplishes this by utilizing Iraqi pointed arches, Moroccan zelij tiles, North African woodwork, and Persian reflection pools. The complex is clad in marble and Andalusian tiles. The gates however were made by local Kuwait brass workers. In addition, the dome is plated in gold.
"Yes of course, I’m only being polite. A women should be allowed to at least have some privacy now and then." Amun kissed Kebi back, lingering in the moment. "I love you too." His words were slightly muffled as he spoke, trying not to break their kiss. A few seconds later he broke for a breath of air and kissed Kebi’s red cheek.
She tugged at him hungrily, smiling as he continued to kiss her despite his words. When he pulled away, she pouted slightly, but he fixed that with a soft kiss on her cheek. Kebi pressed closer to him for a hug before reaching for a hair tie and pulling back her hair in a ponytail. “I am going downstairs to start breakfast,” she smiled, laying a hand on his cheek before leaving him to clean up.
She padded to each of their children’s rooms quietly, sneaking a glance inside each. Kai, their eldest, had managed to kick everything off his bed save for the pillow supporting his messy bedhead. Teremun was curled up on his side under thin sheets, his face peaceful. Khepri, their youngest, slept surrounded by her stuffed animals, a tiger draped over her stomach and a polar bear under her arm. Smiling, Kebi made it downstairs, and the first thing she did was set up the coffee machine.