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Dreamy Night

When his eyes opened,  he found himself in a dark forest naked. Everything was still and motionless,  closing his eyes,  he tried to remember how he got there but he had no memories to look back into.  His mind a blank slate.  The pitch black forest made it hard for him to see, he got up and slowly started to move,  not having any sense of direction he went with his instincts. The earth was damp under his paws,  far away he could see a source of light.  He was hungry,  he knew he needed to feed. He smelled something familiar,  something he recognized,  but couldn’t remember.  As he approached the source of the light,  he saw the headlights of a car and a man changing the tyres. The light of the full moon made his eyes  grow wide as he got out of the dense forest. The old man didn’t seem to notice him as he slowly came closer,  I moving carefully,  he had been here before he remembered,  he knew how to do it,  he knew what he had to do. This mad hunger took control of him as he approached the man,  he opened his jaws wide, and ‘SNAP’…
He woke suddenly in bed,  scared. He turned the lights on to make sure that he is in his home,  safe.  He hadn’t told anybody of these weird dreams he had been having ever since that one college party in the woods. People would judge him he had told himself. And they are just dreams anyway he thought. He got out of his bed and went to the kitchen,  the lights turned on as he entered it. As he pulled a chair to sit, his fridge lit up and greeted him.
“would you like a drink,  sit? “,  it asked.
“yeah,  actually I am quite thirsty”
“would like to try O negative tonight,  sir?”
“yes, I don’t think I have ever tried that one before”,  he answered.
The front lid opened to reveal a glass filled with chilled red liquid,  he grabbed it and thanked the fridge.  He put a straw in the glass and sucked, as the blood entered his mouth,  it sent a shiver throughout his body. ‘AHHHH..HUH NOO’
He got back in his feet, with laughter and mocking of his class fellows,  his clothes all muddy.  This was the third day in a row they had put a curse on him and made him do stuff against his will. But he was too scared to fight and stand up for himself or to tell his professors or anyone else. But this needed to stop.  Every time he ended up in the same place with mud on his clothes and same weird dream. He had no friend to talk to or share it with. There was a girl he liked, but he was just too shy to even talk to her and he also had no reason to believe that a girl like Lucy will ever be interested in anyone like him.  Girls like confident strong guys he had heard and he was anything but confident or strong.  He want bad on studies and he did fairly well in practical magic too. But something was missing. He didn’t know what. School yule ball was approaching and his mom had sent him a very nice dancing robe. Thus was his chance to make a move,  to ask out Lucy. He gathered whatever courage he had in him and went to ask her after their potions class. He was waiting for her to finish talking with her friends.
“I will see you guys in maths later”,  she told them and started walking towards her dorm. He ran a but to catch up with her.
“hi Lucy, I was wondering if you would be interested in going to the yule dance with me if you already don’t have a partner?”
“oh! Hi! You are?”
“oh I am so sorry,  I am Henry, we have potions and history together” you idiot,  you blew your chance for sure he thought.
“hi Henry! I actually do not have a date for yule,  so I would love to go with you”
What!? He couldn’t believe what he heard,  but he was grateful he didn’t say what he thought,  he said instead,”see you at 8pm tonight”
“alright see you later,  Henry”, she waved him bye.
He stood there trying to absorb and take it all in, he was going to the yule ball with Lucy. Oh my gods!
The next few hours flew by quick and it was 8, he had dressed in his dancing robes ready to go see the girl he had dreamed about ever since year 1 of school. As he was walking towards the main hall,  he could see Lucy waiting him at the door from far,  all he wanted to do was run to her,  but he must be patient, smiling he continued walking but his sight was cut by them. They had come again to humiliate him. He knew what was coming, he would once again end up being a laughing stock of everyone,  face down in mud.  Not this time. He felt different,  he felt something he never felt before.  Not this time he said in his mind. “not today!”, he yelled aloud to them. They made a move,  but he was ready,  he disarmed two of them but the third one got to him and knocked him to the ground,  his wand sliding his hands,  he looked at them with horror on his face,  from far he could still see Lucy waiting him, but she didn’t see him, they all surrounded him,  all three of them pointing their wands at him. “how dare you,  you pathetic little mud blood filth!”, spat one of them. ‘AVADA…. CRASH…’
He woke as he fell to the floor. “ouch”, again the same dream, There is no such as magic! he exclaimed in his head and got up to open his window. The sun was coming out and there was already traffic in the air with school busses flying the young ones to their education centres.  While the more privileged ones were being carried by their parent in a jetsuit. He folded his bed to the wall and pulled out the toilet while putting on his glasses for morning news. After being washed he took his breakfast pill and flew to work in his car.

Death

As I am taking the bus to university,  my mind is filled with million questions,  so many doubts,  absence of surety, lack of motivation,  empty vision,  no goals for future,  no long term plans or short term objectives. My Life is like an empty vessel, waiting for something or someone,  a sign,  a sign from above. Above?  I wonder if there is anything is above,  if there is a higher entity, a bigger purpose to life.  I wonder if I am on the right path,  I question my judgements,  I question my choices,  but do I regret any of it? I did what needed to be done. Or so I have told myself all these years. If you something enough times,  you begin to believe in the truth of it.  Did I really have to do it?  I wonder now. If I were ever to return to that day and do it differently,  would I? I don’t know. I don’t want to know.  Fact is I don’t want to find out. I am afraid of the answer. What’s done is done,  I cannot change it,  there is no time travel on real world. There is no going back. They say that our past experiences make us what we are today,  shape out character and our personality. But what did I learn from my past? Repeating mistakes,  making same old choices,  the same old carelessness,  the same old attitude. In this ditch of worthlessness and meaningless existence I keep living. But no more.  I cannot do it anymore. I cannot ignore what I did. No one else knows but I do. I need to be held accountable for my actions. I need to pay the blood price. As I close my eyes I can still see her green eyes looking at me in shock,  as life drained out of her and she became numb,  not resisting anymore. The nightmares of that night still haunt me in my sleep and awake. No matter how many times I consume drugs or get drunk, to forget, to forget that night,  to forget that moment,  to forget her. I cannot. There is no escape,  no escape but one. I got off at the bus stop near the train station. The sun shinning on my face,  ever so bright,  so many people surrounding me,  I briskly walk towards the platform’s edge,  a train from Milan approaching,  my eyes watering, my heart pacing,  my mind racing,  I closed my eyes once more and saw her beautiful face again.

Death? Death!

Death? No!

That would an easy escape. If nothing else,  I am patient. Death would be a gift,  a pleasure,  a release. I deserve to live,  live this cursed life and suffer, suffer this sorry existence. I move away from the platform and just sat on the bench near by. Would my life be always defined by that moment? Was that all there was to me? Did nothing else matter? If I had to do it then why do I feel so bad? Why do I suffer? Why can’t I find peace? Why can’t I think of all the horrible things she did? What she was about to do? About to do when I stopped her. No one else would understand it. But I do. No one else would believe me. But I do. I did evil to stop evil. People say there is always a choice but there was none for me. I close my eyes again the scenes of that night again start playing in my head. I came home from work,  a bottle of wine in my hand,  to celebrate my big promotion.  As I entered the room I heard the cry,  an innocent cry and then it stopped,  complete silence, the wine bottle slipped through my hands and I ran,  ran to her room, I found her standing with the pillow pressed hard,  I lost it, I knew what she was doing, filled with rage and anger, such that u never knew to have in me,  I grabbed her my hair and threw her back, the silence was pierced by the shrieking cries, her cries, the innocent child, I pinned her down to the ground and got on top,  what were you doing to our daughter you selfish bitch I yelled at her, not waiting for an answer, I just grabbed her by the throat.  She struggled she tried to push me off,  but I was too strong for her,  I held my grip firm and didn’t, et go until I saw the light leave her eyes and then she was still,  I got off,  tears running down my eyes,  I turned towards the bed and picked her in my arms and kissed her head. And walked out of the room. I did what I had to do.
I opened my eyes again as another train approached the platform,  got up and walked to my university. Death? No! But still doesn’t change what I did. I will life my life,  with the suffering,  the nightmares,  the fears of someone finding out, the tears,  the hurt,  the loss and for her,  my little angel.

Baginssis

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. His name was Baginssis. Baginssis lived a quiet, calm, peaceful life in Hobbiton, passing his days taking part in the town politics, smoking his pipe-weed, and staying late in the green dragon inn and having long discussions about golf and other sports. He was a very respectable hobbit and that meant he had never been on an adventure or did anything unexpected. But soon his life was about to change forever.

One day while he was returning home at night, he felt a sudden cold, the air became chilled, he could see his own breath, an unseen fear tookk hold of him. Baginssis pulled his hood over his head. Suddenly he heard the hoofs of a horse, so he hid behind a tree and saw the large black man appear on his black horse. Behind him, he could spot three more of the riders in black. They seemed to have not noticed him, afterall hobbits can be quite stealth when they want to.

There behind the tree in silence, he saw the black riders move towards Bag End. He followed them quietly and carefully, as to not draw any attention to himself. They went into Bag End, with Baginssis close behind them. He couldnt hear them but it seemed that they didnt find what they were looking for. They mounted up again and rode off.

Baginssis didnt know who they were or what to make of the whole scene, he kept replaying the whole scene in his dead when he went to bed that night. Strange, very strange. Tomorrow when he woke up, he wanted to go and inquire what business did Mr. Frodo have with these large black riders. But he was quite disappointed to not find Frodo in his home.

A few more days passed, Baginssis went to check if Frodo was back at his home but he found no sign of him. It was quite unlike Frodo to disappear like this. He wondered if those black riders had anything to do with it. One day while he was at Green Dragon, having a drink, he heard someone say that Frodo along with 3 others was gone to live in Buckland. This came as quite a surprise to Baginssis as he had always considered Frodo a friend. Why wouldnt he tell me if he is moving to Buckland. So he decided that he would go to Buckland and confront Frodo about this. You do not treat a friend like that.

So Baginssis prepared a back pack and put on his travelling cloak and set out for Buckland. When he reached there he was quite disappointed to find out that Mr. Frodo was not there. When he questioned Fredegar Bolger about Mr. Frodo, he would say nothing. But after much questioning and assuring him that Frodo was a very dear friend, He finally told him that Frodo and the company had went into the Old Forest. Now why on earrth would he go there for?

But he had come all the way to Buckland to find Mr. Frodo, he could not give up the search now, so he decided to go into the Old Forest. He had heard strange stories about this place, the walking trees and dangerous wolves. But I cant stop now, I must keep going. He walked and he walked, deep into the forest, the trees grew thick, the air became denser, but Baginssis was determined to confront his so called friend. Each year, each year I gave him an excellent gift on his birthday and this is what he does to me. Leaving without a word! 

After much walk, he finally came across an old man who was dancing and singing and dancing and dancing and singing. The words didnt make much sense to Baginssis, but if nothing else, Baginssis was a courteous hobbit,

“Hello good sire! My name is Baginssis and I am looking for my friend Frodo, who I was told has come into this forest, would you happen to know anything about it?”, he asked.

“Hey do merry do my hearty! Tom Bombadillo knows everything that goes in and out of this forest, oh yes he does, the forest has trees, and trees have leaves, and leaves fall. but Tom Bombadill never falls with his shoes which are blue and his jacket yellow, oh merry fellow”, he replied?

“umm, so do you know anything about Frodo? He is my friend and then he just disappears and I hosted all his parties and was always there for him when his uncle left”

“Frodo, oh yes Frodo and Sam and Merry and Pippin, oh yeah, the four little hobbits on dangerous mission, oh yeah, Tom loves little hobbits, oh yes he does, but who are you merry do my hearty?”

Dangerous missions?! What dangerous missions? Has Frodo gone crazy like old Mr. Bilbo? “Oh I am a hobbit do, but could you please tell me where they are? I really need to speak with Frodo”, Baginssis asked.

“The four little merry hobbit, oh yes merry do my hearty, Tom knows where they go, Tom helped them oh yes he did, Tom loves little hobbits, he saved them from the wights, oh yes, the dead men who walk, oh Tom helped the hobbits, oh yes Tom loves to help, his boots are blue and his jacket is yellow, oh yes merry do”

Walking dead men?! Oh Frodo, what are you up to?! “Where are they now?”

“Safe in Bree, Tom thinks, yes safe in Bree, yes yes my hearty, safe in Bree”

Bree! Thats where I must go. “Thank you Tom, it was nice meeting you, Good Bye. I must go to Bree”

“Good Bye merry fellow, Mr. Baginssis, but remember if you need Tom, he will come for you, oh yes he will precious, Farewell merry do my hearty”, Tom sang and danced his way up to his house in the woods.

Walking dead men! Dangerous mission! I must go north towards the main road to Bree.

The main road was quite deserted, other then a few companies of dwarves and a hobbit or two on business journeys. He finally reached Bree, and check into Prancing Pony. He was eager to find Frodo, but there was no sign of the company there. But he was quite surprised to find the old grey wizard there. Gandalf had a reputation for bringing trouble to the hobbits, but Baginssis must ask him if he knew of this dangerous mission of Frodo and these walking dead men.

To Be Continued…

He Lived

It was a cold starry night and he just got back to Amsterdam in train. Today he went to meet his friend in another city. He had met him through internet before but today was the first time they ever met. John took him to his home and they had second breakfast together. Then they went for cycling around the beautiful green woods and played Tolkien trivia. It was a beautiful sunny day but the clouds had started gathering.

He got off the train at central station and went to the tram stop. It was cold but he felt so much full of energy and full of confidence. He looked to his left and saw a beautiful girl also waiting for her bus. Gathering up his courage, he approached her and asked her ,”How are you doing?” The girl smiled and said,”I am fine thank you, How are you?” “Fine too”, he replied. “I came from Italy for a week”, he told her.

“Oh that’s really great. Are you enjoying it so far?”

“Yes it has been really great. There is some big party tonight that I was invited to. Do you want to come?”

“Oh I don’t really go to parties that much but thanks”, she backed away a bit.

You idiot, what was the hurry. You blew your chance. “Oh no problem. So what do..”, he started but was cut off because she had started talking to couple of guys who were standing to her right.

Feeling mixed emotions he put a smile to his face and nodded a good bye to her as she took her bus with the other two guys.  What a bitch..Nah! What an idiot who doesn’t know how to ask out a girl.

He took his tram back to his hotel. Alex and Cameron were waiting for him when he reached his room.

“Let me just change my clothes and then I am ready to go”, he told them before they could complain about him being late.

John’s mother made a traditional Holland dish for him. Mashed potatoes with sausages and vegetables. He really liked it and complimented her on her cooking. John’s room was a mess, a mess full of books. They both were huge Tolkien nerds. He convinced John to install LOTRO and he did, they made a character for him, a temporary character obviously, till John could come up with a unique elvish name. After playing some LOTRO, they took his dog out for a walk, they walked on old mounds and also tried to find the bunnies, but they never found any.

Which shirt to wear. Ah this one. Holding up his black Stone Cold t-shirt. He quickly changed into it. They decided to walk to the club. It was crowded when they arrived there. The music was loud. They got the drinks. He had never been to a club before, nor had he ever danced before. But his metamorphosis had started.He liked the sound of music, the beat, the shaking of butt, the dancing. He knew no moves but he was athletic enough to copy others. He saw a group of girls dancing and he started copying them, Soon enough they noticed him and asked him to join them.

ooo Yeah! He did.

He told them about himself and his week vacation. They were all very friendly and inviting. One girl especially got his attention. She had a certain mean girl look to her, which he loved so much in girls, and she was a blond.

“So are you single”, the words escaped his mouth before he could stop them. What the fuck is wrong with you!!

But to his surprise she did not mind the question, probably because she was drunk or maybe its a blond thing. Whatever it was, they started talking and dancing together. Music does bring people together. After sometime it became difficult for him to breath. Lets say it was because of the heat and loud music.

“I will be right back, need to smoke”, he lied. He fought his way across the jam packed dance floor and into the smoking/pool room. He got his breath back.

There is just something about Indians and Pakistanis, that no matter how you are dressed or what your hair style is, you just instantly recognize each other. So when this two Indian guys entered the room with beers in their hands, he spotted them at once and they spotted him at once. The language they spoke is called Punjabi, which I will not write here. In the common tongue this is what they said..

“Hey dude! Pakistani or Indian?”, the more stylish looking guy asked.

“Pakistani here and you guys must be from India..I came here for a week from Italy”

“Yes brother we are Indians. Welcome. Enjoying the party buddy?”

“Yeah bro its really great. Do you guys smoke?”

“Yeah, you have some?”

“Yeah, I bought it yesterday”. He took out his smoking pipe and filled it and lit it. You were allowed to smoke anything in the pool area. I took a long shot and passed it to his new friends. They took the hits. The magic pipe at once started its magic and in just 5 minutes they were all playing pool together and laughing and dancing. Talking about life and its mysteries and how their pool table was like the solar system and the balls were like planets and what would happen if we got hit by an asteroid right now. It was a merry moment.

Oh damn!! the girl!? “I should go now, it was really nice meeting you guys, peace brothers!” He rushed back into the dance room before they said their good byes. He fought his way across the dance floor back to where he was before, but the beautiful blond fairy princess was gone, and two dudes were sitting where she was. He gave himself a hard-ish slap on his head and sat down. Soon Alex and Cameron also joined him.

“Where were you, we were looking for you everywhere”, Alex said.

“Yeah just dancing and meeting people”, he said, forcing a smile on his face.

They stayed there some more and danced together before leaving for their hotel.

They finally found two empty seats. John sat in front of him. They played “speaking elvish” on his way back to Amsterdam. John had to get off because it was late and he had to return to his home taking the last train. An old guy replaced him on his seat. On his right, 3 girls were sitting. They started talking in loud voices and somehow they started talking to him.

“You look really cute, you wanna go grab a drink when we reach Amsterdam?”, one of them said.

He had a puzzled look on his face and didn’t know what to make of this invitation. But before he could say anything, the older guy sitting in front of him spoke,

“Leave this poor guy alone you three, if you want drink, go have them yourself, you hooligans”

“Thank you for that”, he told the man.”I am Ali, I came here from Italy for a week”, he gave him his hand.

“I am Thijs Berg, I direct movies”, he said, shaking his hand. They talked about what movies he made. He told him that he often comes to Italy, while the hooligans were still talking in loud voices but they ignored them. They got off at Amsterdam Centraal.”Well it was nice talking to you Mr. Thijs Berg. Good Bye”, he waved. “Likewise. Good Bye”, he walked to his taxi and he walked to his tram stop.

They reached their hotel, all exhausted and tired. He waved them bye to their room before going to his own. It was a good day today. For the first time in his life he lived. He changed into pajamas and went to bed dreaming about the beautiful blond fairy princess angel.

They are here

He woke up from a dream..good or bad he didnt know..it was a strange dream for it had roots in reality yet it was so alien to him..
He looked at wall clock while still laying in bed and saw it were 30 past 8..he turned to the other side to see the sun shinning bright..
He got up and sat on his bed..the memory of his dream still in his head..what did it mean, he wondered to himself..was it just a dream or a vision from future..he shook his head and got up from the bed..
He had plans today..he needed to go to university and study and get a hair cut and get water from his uncle’s house and exercise..
Exercise, he had been feeling his body aching at weird places and his back..he needed to get back in shape..sitting in front of computer and playing games and studying in his chair had taken a toll on his body..
He made himself breakfast..
Tomorrow was Eid, a happy festive day..he couldn’t wait to wear his new dress that his dad bought him..he was glad..he packed his back pack and left for the bus..
The sun was shinning hot..hotter then any other day..he went to the bus stop and sat and waited..he looked up at the sun through his sun glasses..it was bright and brilliant..the sky was bluish white with some cloud here and there..
He heard a weird sound that startled him..it was a strange hump sound..loud and deep..he got up looking around for the source but found none..he sat back again..
He pulled out his pipe from his pocket and filled it with tobacco..he began to smoke..and it was good..and relaxing..
The sound came again and he again looked around trying to find the source..he glanced again at the sun and then he saw it..
A small black dot..black or some other dark color..he kept staring at it as the object began to grow..becoming larger and larger by the second..perhaps some new italian space craft or international space station passing by Earth or or..he ran out of rational explanations in his mind as the strange sound once again originated from it..
He got up at once..he had seen it before..it was familiar to him but it shouldn’t have been..the object was the size of a whole football field hovering in sky..covering the sun slowly..the darkness spreading around him..
People started coming out of their homes looking up..fear in their eyes..screams and yells and curses..
Then a voice spoke in a language he knew not..He got scared and excited..

They were here!

A Dream and Blue Sun

It was a cool spring night, he was walking back home from his uncles house..He had a great time there, he ate dinner, met relatives, played with his cousins, chatted, had discussions, showed off his knowledge..It was a great evening..Everything was great..everything was perfect..he was happy..very happy..when he said his good bye to them and started walking towards his home..he gazed towards the sky and saw the moon and admired her beauty..her scared, yet beautiful white face, he kept looking at her and smiled..he was on a high..but not from any drug..he was high from the good feelings..from the good time..from the beauty of the moon..life was great..he took out his phone and sent a beautiful message to his friend..she was so happy to get that message..that made him cry with joy..bringing others joy made him most happy..he also sent another message, an audio message to his long distance love, girl of his life..but she didn’t reply him..he did not mind..he gazed back at the moon and danced a bit..he was singing now..singing about the moon..then a sudden sound of horn, a flash of light and he opened his eyes..

This is not the first time he had that dream..What was so special about that night, he kept thinking..He got up and lit a candle, drank from what water was left in the bottle besides his sleeping place..The blue light from the morning sun was starting to appear in the sky as he looked out of his window..He put on his vest, put bullets in his guns, put small daggers in his boots and picked up the sword..He could not stay here much longer..He had to find a new place..He put on a sun-block and sun-glasses before going out..
He was very cautious, he didn’t want to draw any attention to himself..He needed to go north, where he hid his food..The street was empty, the blue light of the sun was too bright and the heat unbearable..He passed by the old football ground..he finally reached the fountain park..He started digging..He kept looking around making sure that he was not being followed or watched..He hoped that nobody had stole those pills..Finally he found them where he had hid them..He took two boxes and left the rest of them there for another time..He turn around, glancing at his uncles old house..thinking about his dream..He smiled and turned and walked away, looking for a new place to hide………….

-Ali

A Love Story

It was a cool winter evening of December, he had finished his dinner and came to his computer..He was very excited and happy about something..He had thought of it during the day and he couldn’t wait to share it, share it with someone he had started to like..He turned on his computer, logged on to Facebook and msn and waited..After some minutes , she came online, she who he secretly fancied but was afraid to express his feelings and conflicted because there was someone else, someone else on his and her side..He loved somebody, loved somebody for two years, at least that’s what he thought..But now what was this new feeling, this new sensation, this new thrill, this new emotion..why he preferred talking to her instead of her..But he didn’t think things through and just followed his feelings..

Z and He had great two years..Seemed fate just wanted them to be together..He knew her for couple of years but then He came to another country and lost contact..One spam email got them talking after a year of silence, they talked, they flirted, they liked, they fell for each other..It was beautiful..He teased her..She teased him..They were happy..She was shy, he was bold..she began to trust him..they talked on phone, she sent him pictures..Her eyes were eyes of a lover, she was beautiful, he was in awe..They video chatted..Her first video chat with any guy..She was nervous, he appreciated it..World was happy, grass was green, birds sang, stars shinned, flowers blossomed, love was divine..But then some bumps came..they argued..she was stubborn and he too..arguments increased..the lovely talks became less, the doubts gathered like clouds, clouding the judgment, clouding the mind, insecurities..questions about future and each other .and they fought..they fought..they fought allot .they fought on chats, they fought on sms’s, they fought on phone..The fights made him want to not talk with her..He distanced his self..She became sad..He didn’t care..She became silent..She cried..He ignored..He didn’t appreciate her care..He started liking someone else..He did her wrong..Her trust broke..She found about the other girl, she cried..she wept..her world shook, her heart broke, her life halted..but he didn’t care..He did her so wrong..Promises he broke..He did her so wrong..Lies he told..He did her so wrong..He left her for this new person..And He did her so wrong..

But he didn’t see the future, he didn’t know how it will come back to him..He was living in the moment..She came online and they started the video chat, it was the 31st of December, New Years Eve, they talked, they had fun, they enjoyed the night together, then he told her he wanted her to join his new group called The KliQ..She was so excited about this, she gladly joined, he showed her the sign..The promised KliQ 4 Life..They talked the next day, and the next day and the day after that..They flirted, they teased  they liked each other  they fell in love, they left the someone else in their lives , they became one, they celebrated valentines day, her parents disapproved, she wanted to end, he fought for her with her, he won the fight, they kept it secret, they fell more deeper in love, year passed, she went to university, they had better opportunity ty to talk and grow with each other  he woke her up everyday, she slept looking at her every night  he looked at her as she studied, she talked in his year when he slept..he became jealous of her friends, he felt ignored, she made it up to him..he appreciated..she showed interest in Islam, he taught her..she converted to Islam..life was great..they couldn’t have enough of each other..World was happy, grass was green, birds sang, stars shinned, flowers blossomed, love was divine..But then some bumps came..they argued, he was sometimes unreasonable and she was too careless..bad feeling developed..she told him she lied about converting..he was disappointed..he started talking with Z, regretting his choice..she was disappointed and angry..but they solved..this was their special ability .they got angry but they resolved their problems..he again broke off all communications with Z, he swore fidelity  they carried on..years passed, their love grew..but her carelessness didn’t stop..she slept in arms of other guys..he was angry..she apologized..he forgave her..he committed a shameful act he regretted..he hid it from her..they carried on..she got tired of distance, she wanted to meet..she didnt realize how much he wanted to meet..but opportunity just never came..his strong outer layer gave her wrong impression..she complained, he hated the complains, they fought, they argued..but they made up, they carried on..he made her a special video featuring celebrities and friends for her birthday, she was in tears of joy..he sang her songs and she smiled..he didn’t Skype her often because he just couldn’t look at her and not want to tear up the screen and bring her out of it into his arms..she didn’t understand..the fights continued..but they made up..they carried on..he began to change for her..he became easier..she wanted to do au pair to meet him, he was happy, he worked hard and saved up money..they finally met after 4 years..and they were glad, they hugged and kissed and held hands..they put a picture on Facebook and their friends loved it..it was a dream come true, a true love come to fruition..a tale from the book..they told each other all their wait and sacrifices were worth it, worth it for that one moment when her face was in his hands and their eyes were in tears..they gave each other clean slate, a fresh start, a fresh continuation of an old ancient true love..they were glad and merry and gay..and World was happy, grass was green, birds sang, stars shinned, flowers blossomed, love was divine..He came back home but then the road came to a sudden end..no warning , no speed bump..

He was gone and she was alone again, she missed him but he wasn’t there to hug her no more or to kiss..she missed him..she was weak, M came into her life..he was so nice..he made her smile..she started liking him..he was not him, but he was there, there right in front of her..he said she is not her type but he lied..she started really liking him, he took her for a ride on his bike..she loves bike riding..she missed him..but M was there, she was weakest, she slipped, she fell, she let him on, he was far..he had no job..she couldn’t wait no more..she had to think about her future..she had to worry about her life..love just wasn’t enough no more..she began to date him..he sensed something and called her..she cried and promised to never see him again..she lied..he still believed her and forgave her..he read her email..he was shocked to discover the content..he found out..he confronted her..she didn’t deny, she didn’t refuse, she was a different person..he cried..he wept..his world shook, his heart broke, his life halted..but she didn’t care..She did him so wrong..Promises she broke..She did him so wrong..Lies she told..She did him so wrong..She left him for this new person..And She did him so wrong..

His past came back to him, what he did to Z, she did to him..Karma, Justice..

Never promise someone if you do not intend to honor that promise! and Never break a heart!