Knot

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[30-10-2024, Wednesday]

As the familiar song played on the radio, he felt a wave of nostalgia wash over him. It was a song he always loved to listen to, one that brought back memories while he navigated through the busy streets.

Stuck in traffic, he felt conflicted
should he remain patient or let frustration take over?
He couldn't decide whether to get angry at the delay or simply accept it. As the song continued, it reminded him of the emotions he had tried to suppress. He was never one to shy away from feelings, yet he often felt trapped by them, unable to fully embrace what he had.

He reflected on his past, realizing he was a mix of traditional values and modern expectations, a man who would always belong to the city he loved. He was man of acts! Always speak less and do more
Yet, the more he thought about it, the more he felt like he's caught between who he was and what he wanted to be.

The city held his story, written with a glory, as he was one of the fighters. He always did what he could to make a difference. For little kid to cross the street, Safely, a woman can walk by without any worries ... an old man would sleep tonight knowing he's protected
Tomorrows was never something they could worry about

For 13 years, he had been working at the police station. As a detective, he had solved many complex cases, even those where the culprits hid underground. He always caught the bad guys, no matter how well they concealed themselves. Today, however, felt different. They had just finished working on a case, strategizing with a fabulous team of detectives.

He reminded himself that this evening, he would treat himself to a delicious dinner and spend the night watching his favorite documentaries. Time seemed to stretch this afternoon as he noticed the sun's light dancing on his big brown eyes. He heard the car horns behind him, snapping him back to reality.

He heard someone shouting, telling him to open the road. It seemed that the traffic was finally starting to ease.

"Move away, old man!" someone yelled.

"Alright, alright!" he replied, slightly annoyed.

As he drove away, he looked at himself in the mirror. "What do I mean by 'old'?" he wondered, noticing the strands of gray hair in his head. "Am I really old enough to be called an old man?"

On the other side of the world, Naïma stands in the kitchen, making mbassess while dancing to her favorite jazz band. My favorite girl-she never cared what people really thought of her. She's always been herself, pleasing her own desires and doing whatever she likes. As the story unfolds, we'll get to know her better. For now, all you need to know is that she's a successful storyteller, always a part of the investigation department, writing professional stories alongside reports on the crimes. She is truly one of a kind.

"Naïma, what are you doing?" her mother asks.

"I'm making mbassess," she replies.

"Okay, pause for a sec; someone is on the phone."

"Alright, coming!"

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Meanwhile, on the other side of town...

"SidAli, this is serious," someone says.

"Oh, I know, but I just finished a hard case and need some time," SidAli replies.

"C'mon, man! Let's just attend the meeting, and we'll decide later."

"Aiiish, alright, let's see then..."

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Hello, besties! I hope you're all doing well.

I'm excited to share my new novel with you all, "Knot." I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed creating it! I'd love to hear your thoughts on it.

Sorry for any grammar or vocabulary mistakes!