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Under An Olive Tree

Under An Olive Tree

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[COMPLETED] " They see you as a Terrorist there " I said. " They do?" I nodded. " Well, they see me as a Terrorist here too " . . . Yaseen, a Canadian photographer from Palestinian origins. His family decides to spend their summer holiday in Nablus, Palestine. They stay at a small village where his late grandparents used to live and Yaseen sees this as an opportunity to explore and practice his passion of photography. On a small hill, while he was exploring, he spotted "Jihad" who was sitting under an olive tree scribbling something on his notebook, so he approaches him and that's where everthing starts to take a turn... -All the characters in this book are completely fictional.
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The things I knew that were once unethical, were bound to be saintly. The dreams I dreamt once upon a time, seemed to be an epitome of nightmares. The heart I thought I stole long ago, always belonged to someone else. The crimes I have committed all my life, became a handful of lessons that I ought to learn. The world I looked up to once, became a mortal enemy of mine. The family I thought would disown me, fought my battles for me. The life I never imagined I'd live, sadly it became a life I'd rather live than die. Lastly, the guilt I carried in me for the each and every second of my living, was a poison spreading and gradually banishing everything around me. Clearly, I was bounded by the past! Never have I imagined for the galaxy of guilt in me to steadily transform into a matter of great; Love. No, it wasn't for my dead sister, or for the woman I once claimed to love, or for my money-grubbing father, or even for the woman who was destined for me. Majestically, it was for Someone who I never ever thought it would be for; My Maker. Well, it's mind-blowing how the ugliest of matters bring out the most beautiful of articles! -Guilt is a gift from Allah, warning you that what you are doing is violating your soul.- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Started: 22/12/2017, 7:15 pm. [All Rights Reserved, froward 2017]

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