Sunset in the mountains of Durmitor
The afternoon was different. The sun was slowly setting on the mountainside, spreading golden colors in the sky. The sunset could be seen from the campus dormitory, like a perfectly arranged scene—as if painted by Allah with his own hands.
Muntaha was standing by the window watching the scene. There was a kind of peace in his eyes that had been tired for many days. He was realizing something new today: life is beautiful even when it's so busy. Maybe that's why he likes staying in the dormitory in the mountains, this quietness, the touch of nature, and the opportunity to talk to the sky.
But why did the sunset in this dormitory suddenly seem so familiar?
That day, Ryan suddenly stood next to him. The quietest boy on campus, who always had a kind of depth in his eyes. Muntaha was surprised at first, but didn't say anything. Both of them stared at the sunset without saying anything.
"Do you come to this place every day?" Ryan's inquiry. "Often," Muntaha said with a smile, "this place is my favorite. A place to get away from it all and talk to myself."
Ryan nodded and said, "I don't know why, but today I felt like sharing this scene with someone. And you came to mind."
Muntaha was taken back. Because they had only met a few times in class, how many conversations had they had? Countless.
"Do you feel very alone?" Muntaha asked.
Ryan smiled a little. "Everyone is a little lonely. That loneliness, on the other hand, can sometimes be beautiful if someone understands. Muntaha was touched by this. The sun had already half-set behind the mountains. A beautiful pattern of red, orange, and pink in the sky.
"You know," Muntaha said, "this sun is just like our life. From morning to evening—every moment teaches us something. And sunset? That is not an end, but a promise of tomorrow's sunrise.”
Ryan stared. Maybe he couldn't find the words to say.
From then on, they met almost every day at sunset. Within a few days, a silent friendship developed between the two. They only had two people—two people who were content in each other and lost in the beauty of nature—and no announcements or promises. One day, Ryan told them that he was going abroad on a scholarship very soon. Muntaha's face turned pale, but she didn't say anything. She just stood by the window, watching the sun.
"Are you not going to say something?" Ryan inquired. "I have nothing to say," Muntaha said slowly, "just as the sunset never stops, neither do we. You go, spread your light somewhere new."
Ryan remained silent. After that, he gave Muntaha a small letter that he had taken out. "Read it when I'm gone," he said.
That was the last time they saw each other. The sun had set again over the hills, but that afternoon was different—the afternoon of farewell.
Ryan left, and Muntaha stayed by the window for a long time. The sun still set just as before, the sky still colored, but no one stood by her side. That letter was all she had.
One night she read the letter—
> _"Muntaha,_
> You may never know, but this sunset mountain has given me the most peaceful moments of my life. Spending time with you has taught me that love is not a word, but a feeling.
> I am leaving, but I am leaving, beside the window of this dormitory, in the shadow of the sunset, I am leaving a small smile of yours. Remember, just as the sun sets every day, it rises again—I may be leaving, but I will live in you—as the color of the sunset.” _
Muntaha clutched the letter close to her chest and wept. Yes, she knows, people come and go, but some feelings stay... forever.
Since then, Muntaha has watched the sunset every day. She knows that where Ryan is, she may also be watching the sunset under the same sky.
And this mountain of Durmitor? As a memory and a love story, it remains the same as before.
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