He is punching me. Fry is pummeling my face. I'm fighting for my life. I am praying for dear freaking life. I have to play dead. He is dragging me to the pavement. Iam bleeding from my hand what the hell has he done to me.
I hear shouting. Fry runs off. I lay here bleeding. "My name is Adam Saleh". A soft voice whispers I open my eyes. It's the curly haired boy I saw in Dukin' Donuts. He carrys me. " What's your name" Adam asks. "Sarah Abraham". I answer weakly
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I'm on a couch covered by beautiful blue blankets . Middle eastern rugs are on the floor. I can hear a kettle. Adam is cleaning my hand bite. A woman in a gray hijab is bandaging my leg. I try and move my left one. I scream in pain. A bearded man walks in. "Who is this?" He questions, he is holding a small one year old baby, the baby is looking me. "I found your work number I told them you were sick" The woman says to me in a warm almost motherly manner.
"What do you work as?" Adam questions me curiously as he brushes my thick dirty hair. " I'm a therapist for troubled children and youth" I answer.
This job is the reason I almost got killed. I better get my wages paid!!.
A man in a grayish green thobe gives me a cup of buttermilk. "Salaam Alakium" He greets. I reply. I know a bit of Arabic, one of my colleagues is from Saudi Arabia. "Walkium asalaam". I stare at the clock it's 1am. Adam cleans my bruised and cut face. The woman in the hijab, who i assume is Adams mom or sister holds the cup of buttermilk to my lips.
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Adam Saleh story (Friendship Blossom
FanfictionSarah Abraham is a 25 year old normal NYC girl. Until one night she gets jumped and a unknown hero saves the day goes on from here. ...
