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"Madness is somewhere in between chaos and having a dream,
That's my favorite line from this book you know,
But I believe that if you can have a dream then you are far from madness
Good night. And sweet dreams."
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That was the Last thing that his sister told him.
He was ten when they told him that she had made her way to heaven.
Its funny how as children we always believe everything that we are told but as Fahd was growing up, he sometimes wished he could still believe everyone around him so naively.
But that was not possible anymore.
It hurt him to see his mother straight out lying to him, she was trying so hard to conceal it but her hands were trembling ever so slightly.
he could clearly see it.
They always told him how he could detect even the smallest and slightest of unsettling things in an instant, a trait he shared with his sister.
Last night was a confusing one for him.
His head was aching bad this morning and his leg had a sore muscle.
Flashes of the events that took place last night were appearing in his head.
He remembered calling Safiyyah baji and then, a small knock on the door then him opening it to reviled someone behind it.
At that moment he felt as if his eyes were playing cruel tricks on him, she had matured and lost all her baby fat but that is where all the differences end; She had the exact same eyes, structure, nose, lips, ears, built, and the aura yes, the aura around her never changed.
She was as always cold, decisive and firm on her feet.
Her eyes gleamed of determination as if to achieve something. It was almost like the wind changed direction according to her will.
It took him time to register that it was his sister looking right back at him.
He found it hard to believe.
She had died
They told him she was dead.
It just couldn't be
the very next second, he collapsed and then everything went black.
And now this morning his mother refused to tell him the truth.
But as the civil and polite child he was he pretended to not notice and play along.
When his mother told him that there really was nothing of importance that happened last night except for the fact that he was sleeping when she arrived home, he simply just nodded and left to his room to get ready for school.
He was so sure that he was not imagining things, he clearly remembers his sister's face last night it was glowing as though the moon had landed a kiss upon it.
Meddled in his thoughts initially when he first woke up this morning, he thought it was a dream but the way his mother behaved just confirmed that it was not.
Yet it was shocking for him to see her again. To remember the countless nights her cried for her comfort, for her presence.
4 years of it.
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Dark Alleys
Storie d'amore"Safiyyah, it's safiyyah my name" I tell him. He turns to look at me, his warm brown eyes meet mine. He nods as if to acknowledge, "Hamad". " I know" I smile. "You do?" his brows join. "It's been quite a while Hamad Abbas" I say. ********* "They...
