Date: 21th Jan 2017
My Umar,
My Dad once told me that a person can only pour his heart out through writings not typing or chatting through a phone. When you write a letter your soul comes alive and you feel the excitement everywhere from tiniest strand of hair to the strongest bone in your body. It's just magic. I feel it's true and I love the idea. I get to anticipate what you'd write me and hope mine gets to you.
I miss you so much it hurts in my heart. It's bad enough I wouldn't be seeing you for a while and now I can't hear your voice? It will come to pass I'm sure. Write me as prompt as you can, promise me you'll let me know your heart and pour it out to me. Let me know where you are and all that happens around you. I know I say this a lot but it's because it's true. I love you and I love that I do.
May your Lord protect and guide you. Pray always and know that I will always walk with you
Love Fatima
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Letters from Sambisa
Short StoryAfter knowing each other for just three months Umar and Fatima are forced to communicate through letters in the 21st century! They keep dreams and hopes of themselves alive... From the Harsh forest of Sambisa to the developing city of Kaduna.
