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     | Saturday, January 06, 2001 - 02:29 pm Dear Readers I wish that you enjoy this short story about the love that is taken for granted..... --"I wish it was a mere dream"--Ahmed thought as he sat alone in the verrendah of his mother's big house. But it was more than a dream. It was real and happening. --"why?" he asked himself pitifully as his mind wondered into the memories of the past and brought back with it vivid images of his past life. Ahmed walked back into another time, a lived time, a time that was long gone. He knew it. The past is a point of reference he told hiself as he journeyed back to it to find out how he came to find himself in this predicament. It was like sitting in front of a Tv and watching out all the details of your past life examined. His mother knew too. She felt helpless to do anything. On many occasions, tears rolled down her cheeks as she observed her son sitting alone possessed. Walls of silence circled her son's life who was cheerful once. She wondered if he could ever recover from the pain. --"Time will tell"--she told herself one day while sitting close to her son. The freindship of Ahmed and Naima goes back into their childhood, growing together and attending same schools. Both families of Ahmed and Naima shared a strong bond. It was only latter while attending secondary school that Ahmed and Naima started to express their love for each other. They would go out together, dine together ussually on Thursdays and Fridays. Even after Naima's family moved to another part of Mogadishu, they would meet regularly. Athor times when they are not together, they would talk on the phone for long hours. It was a deep love. Ahmed vividly recalls that unforgettable night. As ussual, it was their routine to meet Thursday nights at their rendez-vous place-Mama Duniyo's Shop. Minutes went by, then hours went by, and still she did not show up. Worries settled down in his heart as he impatiently waited, soothing his soul with presumed convictions that she will come. And then fears came:images of colliding cars and a voice he knew calling out for him flashed in his mind. He called a taxi and went to her house. H e rang the bell as he stood at the front gate of Naima's home, his heart beating like a drum. A man opened the door, an old looking man of his fifties: --Is she at home, Naima? he asked hoping the answer to be imperative. --"Yes, she is". the old man replied disregarding the manner in which the young man asked him. He sensed the urgency for an answer in the young man's eyes. Ahmed sighed out with relief. "At last, she is safe and sound", he thought. But it was short-lived as his heart started beating against his chest. "why she didn't show up?"--he wondered. --"Can i talk to her, Naima ?" he finally asks the old man at the gate. --"I am her freind, Ahmed", he adds finally. --"I am soory, but Naima is to be engaged after few minutes from now, they are waiting Sheikh Mohamed to make the Nikaax"--the old man replied slowly. At that specific moment when the old man uttered these words, Ahmed collapsed to the ground, powerless and unconscious... To be continued,,,,,,,, please read it and tell me what you think. i love writing, and i would love to become a writer. **************************************
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| | Saturday, January 06, 2001 - 02:47 pm The Real wow that was reall y outsatnding creativeness... BRO give me your e-mail,,please,, i love men who are imaginative and creative,,
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| | Saturday, January 06, 2001 - 03:04 pm THE REAL = GHETTOGIRL DECTECTIVE WORK LOL.
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| | Saturday, January 06, 2001 - 03:32 pm cool story,,so tragic,,i can even imagine the end,,but tell you the truth,, you are so captivating ..keep up the work,,
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| | Saturday, January 06, 2001 - 09:11 pm I wish we could contact each other,, i am also an aspiring young writer,,and would love to meet someone like you ,,real,, Contact me at this e-mail please Romeo111@lovemail.com
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| | Monday, January 08, 2001 - 01:14 am wow that was really good I hope to read same more of your work so what happens then? you start the story so its only fair you finish it. INSHALLH
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| | Friday, January 19, 2001 - 04:56 am bro this story was good when ya is book coming out let me know thanks and good luck
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