The Nickel_The Red Hijab_The summer of '05_The Windowsill Talk - Tiny, but Immense
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The Nickel
A two-faced nickel rested at the bottom of the river. It was not particularly shiny or nice and it wore the dents and nicks of a used and forgotten item. Stuck neatly between two rocks, it did not stray from its spot, despite frequent rains that swelled and swirled the waters. Once, long ago, the nickel had lived in the pocket of a boy. That boy’s name was Timmy and the nickel remembered him well with those wild red curls, that crooked-toothed grin and eyes that sparkled with joyful innocence. Timmy had been proud of the two-faced nickel and the nickel had been proud to be Timmy’s. Often, he w...
The Red Hijab
The Red Hijab“Hey, hey wait please don’t leave please… Rehab… Rehab….” Mourad was shouting these words in the middle of the city square wondering how futile his words are and watching quietly the moving image of a young girl going away from him and disappearing in the crowd. Mourad stood helpless with a small paper on which he had written all his love for Rehab. Rehab, a young Egyptian girl whose eyes looked like evenings in a dark forested land. Her eyes were all Mourad’s wish. He used to look deep in her eyes the way we look at the sunsets every evening. Mourad was a poet, a worshipper of ev...
The summer of '05
I sat on the chair, my water bottle in the little drink holder, looking off into the golden sun as it rose from its peaceful slumber. Remembering the memories from this very place; the tide pulling thwww.onedoor.cce crystal blue water in and out, the salty smell of the breeze and the sound of contagious laughter of young teenagers. I reminisce about the has been, the past that has come, and gone, and the uncertainty of the short future I have yet to live. I am so old now. Has time really come and gone so quickly? It seemed to be, no, it was just yesterday that I was a gullible teenager. My mom, in her matc...
The Windowsill Talk - Tiny, but Immense
“Hey,” A cheerful voice tickled my eardrum. When I opened my eyes and looked around, I saw someone knocking on my window. “Hey!” The shoutings and knocks made the glass shiver. I picked up my glasses, and tugged myself closer to the window. It was a boy yelling outside. “You finally woke up!” The boy said with an interesting face. “What’s your name?” “Uh…Finn.” “My name is Jack. I’m from Jacksonville, right next to this town. My aunt lives here, so I stay here during my summer vacation.” “Good for you.” “Can you open the window? I can’t hear you well.” “Um, okay, I will.” Opening the window, s...