.Please, would you proofread this part of my short story.
Murad arrived with a big bouquet of flowers that soon filled up the whole room with their scent. From the stereo in the sitting room the powerful voice of Khaled proclaimed the wish of a emancipated woman Aicha who was telling his [her] lover that she wanted the same rights as he had. "Je veux les meme droits que toi et du respect pour chaque jour..."
Murad kissed Aisha under her ear, sending pleasant tremors down her body. There was a faint smell of sweat around him mixed with the shower gel. That was one of the things she liked about him: he never used any perfumes. She could not stand men who walked around smelling like a perfumery shop.
If she could looked have looked at herself in the mirror, she would have noticed the twinkle in her eyes. She was under the spell of a most powerful magician, one called love. Murad liked her food, he praised her baklava, telling her it was one of the best he had ever tasted. Only his own mother could have done better. Aisha was blushing and turning into a rose which started blooming after years of drought.
Living in Sweden, she could not avoid of being influenced, albeit in a small way, by the belligerent Swedish feminists who considered all male animals should be kept away from females and picked up only to satisfy a woman's sexual desire! So after Murad had helped her to wash the dishes according to the Swedish unwritten law of equality, she was eager to discover the animal inside him and feel his "paws" pressing her body.
He was a wild animal, but she knew how to tame him and he obeyed all her commands, drowning her mind and body in a sea of pleasure.
After two weeks of their friendship she proposed to him to move , she suggested he move into her flat. He had been living with his mother for some years in a three room flat outside the town. His father had already died was dead and his two other brothers still lived in Turkey. He and his mother had developed a strong bond which was difficult to break without pain. They were like two shipwrecked sailors struggling in this grey sea of loneliness called Sweden. At least until now she was the only person who understood him fully and consoled him in the moments of distress. Some of his friends laughed and mocked him telling him that although he was 33have spent years old, instead of cigarettes and alcohol he should spend his money on nappies! But he answered them that a mother is only one and irreplaceable. by saying that you only have one mother, and she is irreplaceable.
To be continued....
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