Tales of Young Wadaay

[Wadaay]

Home alone on Sunday Afternoon, just relaxing watching mayhem unravel across the world on Aljazeera like any other day when the door bell rings. Young Wadaay approaches to see who goes there. A slender young lady with thick black hair and a sort of dorkish look about her stands before YW (Young Wadaay) with an unsure smile about her face as YW observes the stranger standing at the door in his black adidas track jacket, purple martoo/ma'awis, and uncombed hair. She says 'hello'...


to be continued...