A Serenade with Beauty:
A Kurdish Love Story
by Beth Mikell
Shahram “Ram” Zare carries a
dark secret—shadows of unresolved pain. Five years earlier, he and his brother
fled their home country after a tribal war, but now, the ghosts have settled,
and their uncle travels to the US, hoping to encourage the brothers to marry.
And Ram has been charged with finding a pseudo-fiancΓ©e for his older brother,
Javad. His search leads him to a beautiful woman. He hesitates to ask her to be
a pawn in such an archaic system of duty, especially as his heart grows deeper
in love with her.
As Mia Phillips watches her
mother slip away from cancer, she bows under the pressure of unpaid bills and
heartache. No amount of soul searching fills her empty bank account… or her
indecision over the most breathtaking man. Ram offers her a life change, yet
not with him—a fake marriage of convenience to his brother. Javad is too hard and rigid, but Ram… he is
the other half of her soul. Yet they must remain friends to make the lie seem
real. Or will they?
Everything comes down to
propriety, honor, and the right to choose the love of their hearts…
Kurdish romance; contemporary; multicultural;
interracial; novel
A novel highlighting Kurdish
culture…
Prologue
Hashtian, Iran – Summer
The night air was full of heat
and promise as Shahram “Ram” Zare slammed his brother’s car door shut,
hammering two slaps on the roof with a wide grin. He could not believe it—his
brother was really married.
Even at twenty-two, Ram felt
such pride at Javad’s accomplishments and success. A bride named Aveen. What a
beauty, too.
A wistful kind of ache settled
in Ram’s chest, wondering when it would be his turn. Not that he necessarily
wanted the whole responsibility of a wife and children on his shoulders right
now, but his parents wanted the whole package for him. And family ruled supreme
in the Middle East, but he hoped he could put it off another couple of years.
He wanted to go to medical school.
His cousin, Saied, yanked on his
arm, yammering out, “Let’s go!” in Kurdish with a smile that went on forever.
The guy had more teeth than a lion, and Ram followed him to his car, his step
light, nearly floating.
Tonight, they were celebrating!
Other cars peeled out down the
dusty road ahead of them in a furious rush with long beeps of their car horns.
Custom dictated the entire
family escort the bride and groom home, but they still had an hour’s drive
before reaching their destination. Not a problem. They could roll down the
windows, turn up their Kurdish music, and honk their horns all the way back to
Urmia.
They took off.
Yet it was minutes later when
Saied slammed on the brakes, his voice filled the air with obscenities.
All the cars, which had left
before them, were stopped in a deranged mess of chaos. It took Ram all of a
second to realize Javad’s car was smashed up with steam wafting up into the
summer air.
He leaped out of his cousin’s
car, running. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, dark fear suffocating him. A
million thoughts scrambled through his mind. Where was Javad? Was he all
right?
Ram bypassed other family
members, ignoring their dazed expressions and fierce yelling. He was only
concerned about one thing: his brother.
Before he reached Javad’s car,
Saleh, his uncle, stepped in his path, shooting off in rapid Kurdish, “They’re
gone, Shahram. They were lying in wait for them.”
A measure of sanity stuttered
through Ram’s brain, finally turning away from the smashed, empty car to look
at his uncle. “Who…? What are you saying?”
“We were right behind them.
Javad and Aveen were ambushed. Some men forced them out of their car with guns
before we could reach them.”
What…?
Shahram did not wait for more
details, shoving off the concerned voices faster than mud off his shoe. There
was no time. His eyes sought the first available car, jumping in. Several
family members tried to stop him, but he could not wait, and Saied slid into
the passenger seat… always his wingman.
He started the car with shaky
hands, peeling out, and the squeal of the tires reverberated off the cracked,
potholed pavement.
Javad needed him.
Speeding down the road, his
heart thundered in time with the rising car gauge…
Shahram “Ram” Zare carries a
dark secret—shadows of unresolved pain. Five years earlier, he and his brother
fled the Kurdish region of Iran over a tribal war, but now, the ghosts have
settled, and their uncle travels to the US, hoping to encourage the brothers to
marry. And Ram has been charged with finding a pseudo-fiancΓ©e for his older
brother, Javad. His search leads him to a beautiful woman. He hesitates to ask
her to be a pawn in such an archaic system of duty, especially as his heart
grows deeper in love with her.
As Mia Phillips watches her
mother slip away from cancer, she bows under the pressure of unpaid bills and
heartache. No amount of soul searching fills her empty bank account… or her
indecision over the most breathtaking man. Ram offers her a life change, yet
not with him—a fake marriage of convenience to his brother. Javad is too hard
and rigid, but Ram… he is the other half of her soul. Yet they must remain
friends to make the lie seem real. Or will they?
Beth Mikell is an avid reader and writer across many genres. She’s a native Floridian, yet at thirteen, her family moved to Alabama and as the years turned into several, she traveled to many countries such as Brazil, Turkey, and Iran. When it comes to writing, Beth likes to weave tales about love, loss, and rebuilding hope, either in fiction or poetry. She finds the most challenging part of writing to be the end—saying goodbye is never easy.
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