Jelousy & Envy

[ZubeirAwal]

It was daybreak, the start of a new day, a new beginning of some, and sometimes the end of one. Guled is fast asleep, the smell of laxoox awakens him, his mother downstairs singing along to a somali song on the radio. He rushes downstairs towards the kitchen to get his fair share of laxoox/canjeero, 26, he's forced to live with his parents after finishing his undergrad/BA's, because of the harsh realities that make it so difficult for one to attain a position in his or hers desired industry. Not to mention Guled asked 6 different somali gaashaanti's in 6 different years to marry him, all parents declined because they didn't see what he had to offer. As he was gobbling down his traditional somali breakfast, prepared by his mother, shankaroon, she yelled:

"Uff! maad soo shaqeyn! anaga islaan ah baan hadda dowlada iga rabban inan shaqeyo, heerkaas ba gaalada gaadheen!"

Guled being born and bred in the west replied in English;

"Hooyo I applied as much as I could, no one is taking me in"

"No you are not" hooyo replied.

The fact of the matter was, Guled didn't try hard enough, he would spend hours, night after night on his laptop by his bed-side, watching world-starhiphop trending videos, browsing the internet, and sometimes even going into the xaram world. He continued living for four years like this, his father passed away when he was 19, suffering from cardiac arrest, the death of his father however shouldn't be a excuse to not get up and find work , these were the words that came out of his mother every time he complained.

Four years have gone by and Guled is now 30, his mother 56 , being the eldest in his family, all of his younger siblings were either employed, married, or at uni. Guled was still in his mother's house, by now he had given up in working in his desired industry, and had set his eyes on starting a family, After searching online for full-time vacancies he decided that he'd become a security official at a store in his local shopping center. It all made sense to him, the proximity from his house towards the mall was a little under 3 minutes, mind you he was a 6'2 120kg Individual, it was the ideal place to work. Guled was in-shape when he graduated, but it seemed when he gave up in his ambition he ate more than he could, 24/7 and little to no exercise available in the small house they lived in offered by the local council.

Guled had gotten his job as a security, everything went fine for him and he received a message giving him the date of his first day at work. It was the first piece of excitement Guled had in a long time, he was thrilled that he was getting paid £12 an hour at night shifts. After some 3 weeks of working he saw a young Somali at the age of 21 who's name was Igal, Igal was ambitious, he visualized himself sitting on a pile of money at 25, legal money that is. At 21 he just finished his undergrad and was ready to move onto his career, Igal had a athletic build, a small goatee, was dressed modest and looked the part, they both didn't know each other, it was Tesco's and Igal was buying himself a tuna sandwich, behind a rack of snacks Guled was eyeing at Igal, Igal turned around and saw Guled, Igal was startled because Guled wouldn't shift his eyes, a tall, balding, overweight somali man, a 30 year old virgin.



To be continued. (I wrote this as I was writing it, ran out of ideas, but meh, i'm bored.)

[hydrogen]

After some 3 weeks of working he saw a young Somali at the age of 21 who's name was Igal, Igal was ambitious, he visualized himself sitting on a pile of money at 25, legal money that is. At 21 he just finished his undergrad and was ready to move onto his career, Igal had a athletic build, a small goatee, was dressed modest and looked the part, they both didn't know each other, it was Tesco's and Igal was buying himself a tuna sandwich, behind a rack of snacks Guled was eyeing at Igal, Igal turned around and saw Guled, Igal was startled because Guled wouldn't shift his eyes, a tall, balding, overweight somali man, a 30 year old virgin.



To be continued. (I wrote this as I was writing it, ran out of ideas, but meh, i'm bored.)

I'm looking forward to the next part.

[BigRedBook]

Your failure to use commas and pronouns properly make it very hard to read your childish story. Very cumbersome and repetitive. I lost the will to live multiple times while reading it.

[ZubeirAwal]

Good, go kill yourself, you'd do the world a favor.

[BigRedBook]

Good, go kill yourself, you'd do the world a favor.

A better solution would be for you to stop writing anything, ever again.

[ZubeirAwal]

Thank you for your suggestion, but I actually thought about it and eeeeeeehhhh no.

[BigRedBook]

Thank you for your suggestion, but I actually thought about it and eeeeeeehhhh no.

It is for the good of humanity. Stick to rapping and other Jamaican activities.

[dorkette]

To the OP, don't mind these haters. It was pretty good, keep writing

[SelfD]

Igal and Guled, love at first sight!

[Basra-]

Boring.

[ZubeirAwal]

Igal and Guled, love at first sight!

NO

[jamal9]

I lost my breath trying to read that. F-off!

[ZubeirAwal]

I lost my breath trying to read that. F-off!

I'm trying something new give me some credit, I know Lamagoodle is the king of writing stories but I'm trying son.

[InaSamaale]

Zubeir, thanks for sharing kiddo. I await the next part. It's good to delve into unknown territory once in awhile.

Thank you for your suggestion, but I actually thought about it and eeeeeeehhhh no.

It is for the good of humanity. Stick to rapping and other Jamaican activities.

Meeeeeeooow.

[Vivacious]

You tried, mashallah! Keep up the good work ZA