”I Am Here…”

English: A Syrian soldier aims an AK-47 assaul...

English: A Syrian soldier aims an AK-47 assault rifle from his position in a foxhole during a firepower demonstration, part of Operation Desert Shield. The soldier is wearing a Soviet-made Model ShMS nuclear-biological-chemical warfare masks. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Hamza ran blindly through the haze and dust, the only thought on his mind was the safety of his daughter. He had given up hope of ever finding his wife again but little Shafilea cannot save herself. He stopped briefly, turned, and saw the tank inching closer, the sound emanating from the massive weapon of destruction was akin to Leviathan, the indestructible beast of the sea.

Then there was a cry, he was now faced with a choice to either go back and face possible death or escape with his life. He chose his daughter. He went through the cloud of dust as cacophony of gunfire erupted from every side. Rebels and government forces were battling it out on the street of Aleppo and he was caught in the middle.

Aleppo was now like a  game of chess played by an obstinate ruler determined to crush every fledgling hope left for his people. He had vowed to trample on his own people like dust.

”Papa!” the voice of his three-year old daughter rang out shrilly from the rubble of their former home.

Hamza ran towards the sound and every step he took was a gamble, bullets whistled past his head but he kept on. Shortly before he got to her, there was a massive explosion which threw him about ten feet away. He landed with a hollow thud to the harsh ground soaked with blood of the innocent. Immediately, he stood up to his feet, his only mission, if it would be his last was to save his daughter.

Hamza’s face was blackened with blood and dust, his left eye was partially blind, but he trudged on. Miraculously, the sound of war ceased, he was blissfully unaware of it all. He had been shell-shocked by the sound of the blast and could not have heard a pin dropped.

He got to his house and with his bare hands, began to dig; tears rolled down his one good eye. One rebel saw it all and dropped his AK 47 assault rifle and joined him in the digging. Government soldiers’ also spotted the bold man whose only mission in life at that point was the safety of his beloved daughter and they stopped shooting as every pair of eyes focused on Hamza

”I am here,” he kept saying repeatedly, until they finally pulled his daughter out.

”Papa,” Shafilea rushed towards the badly wounded one-eyed man covered in blood and wept on his shoulder…

 

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Russia is the only country openly supporting the Syrian government while innocent people die daily. This short story is a tip of the iceberg, however,  I just want to force hope out of a  very disturbing situation. I’m writing this in the relative safety of my London home but I know several others are not so fortunate…

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The Listener’s Dilemma.

 

George Popa!

( Photo credit: George Popa)

”I stayed true to my first love,” Hannah’s soft voice droned on and I was held spellbound by the simple life she’d lived. A life of dedication in the face of outright betrayal.

”I fell in love the first time I saw Michael,” and her face soften at the memory with traces of a smile lurking at the corner of her mouth, ”my dad worked for the KGB then, he’s now retired, he was  absolutely furious when he knew I was dating ”an alien.”

My eyebrows shot up at the ‘alien bit’ and she laughed when she saw the expression on my face.

”A nonRussian is an alien to my dad,” she explained and continued, ”when it was obvious our relationship would face outright persecutions, we fled Russian and came to London, got married and life was good. It was rosy for the first five years and then the late nights began, I tried to question his erratic behaviors but the back of his hands was my reply.

I was on the edge of my seat and Hannah’s voice was becoming strained but I said nothing still, just listened.

”The trips to Ghana was a surprise at first, and then when it continued I became worried. Money was not our problem, I would have lived in Ghana if he wanted me to but he said no. Ten years later, still no kids and we were still married. You can imagine my frustration and failure that I couldn’t give my husband what he wanted. I left everything for him, my family, my friends… everything!

There was silence, it was as if she was reliving the horror of it all. I said nothing still.

”One of his friends came to our house one summer evening, as usual, he’d travelled, and he told me Michael was celebrating his tenth year wedding anniversary, he brought the family pictures as proof and my world fell flat. Michael had five children for his other wife, he’d built his family a beautiful house in Accra! When he came back, he had the gut to call me a barren woman.”

”Where is he now?” I finally found my voice.

”He’s gone to the office and you know what?”

”What?”

”I’m pregnant, at long last… and the beatings has stopped.”

”Have you forgiven him?”

”No, but I still love him which was why I wondered at the true meaning of love. I can’t leave him…I’m forty-five years old and I’m pregnant with my first child.”

”What about his other family? That’s bigamy! Are you okay with that too?”

”We don’t discuss it.”

”Do you think about it?”

She nodded and that was it, we heard the sound of a car pulling up at the drive way, that was my cue. I stood up and Hannah gave me a bear hug then asked, ”If you were in my shoes, what would you have done?”

I couldn’t answer her question. I left her house dumbfounded and sad at the same time, no wonder the poor woman thought love was non-existent!

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That was the concluding part of ’The Listeners,’ I hope you like it!

Thanks for reading my post, love always:)

The Listeners…

Hannah

Hannah (Photo credit: Steve Wyper)

”Love has been misused several times, it’s kind of meaningless.” Hannah said, a wistful look in her blue eyes, she looked so sad and I wanted to hug her. But I know there are times you just listen and not say a word. Just been there was all Hannah needed at that time and I listened with rapt attention.

My heart broke into a million fragments by her tale, I felt the alien feeling of fear gripped my soul, how could she have kept quiet for so long, how did she manage to keep her sanity?

”I love him,” she was saying and a lump rose up in my throat, I wanted to cry and then like a rainbow on a grey sky she dropped the bombshell!

Who is Hannah? What is her story? Why does she hate the word love?

Stay tuned dear friends, I’ll be back… or better still, can anyone tell me the story of Hannah? Can you dig deep and find the right words?

I’ll be waiting dear friends!

Much love, always:)

The Journey

                                                Island. Guenter Kirchweger

(Photo credit: Guenter Kirchweger)

Roberto Cavalli’s eyes tried to adjust to the darkness, but it was difficult, the only sound which seemed to permeate the atmosphere was the clanging on the rail tracks. He tried to move his arms but it was as hopeless as trying to lift a mountain so he just gave up.

Soon, he heard a cough and tried to turn his head but a chuckle escaped him instead though it sounded like a plea for help. ”Why don’t you sleep Roberto, forget Isabella and the kids, God would take care of them,” a voice whispered shrilly in his head but he ignored it, there was no reason he’d give in to that tormenting spirit which made him jump in the first place.

”But, how I’m going to get out of here?” He asked out loud and was not expecting an answer, and then there was that cough again. What’s more, it was getting louder, so was the noise of the train, but he couldn’t move as a blinding light beamed on him.

Now, Roberto was sure he was no longer alone, the grating annoying sound on the gravel was unnerving. And ever so slowly, the head of a shrivelled old man appeared, his green eyes reminded Roberto of the eyes of his newborn son, Argento. The man peered down at him and cackled, his green eyes seemed to dance with delight.

”I don’t know how many people I’ll meet on the journey of my life, but I’m sure as hell proud to have known you! And you’re lucky I’m by your side today.”

”Who are you?” Roberto asked and winced in pain.

”I am Second Chance, SC for short, you lost your job and your house was repossessed, so you thought you’d end it all by jumping in front of a fast-moving train.”

Roberto watched through the corner of his eyes at another approaching train which was inching closer at each passing second.

”I did no such thing! I lost my footing!”

”Oh yes you did jump, you thought you’ve lost everything, yet you had everything.”

”Can you get me out of here?” Roberto asked, suddenly overcome with guilt, he didn’t want to die anymore.

”Yes, you only need to ask.” The old man said kindly.

”Please, help me!” Roberto begged, ”I’m in so much pain, don’t know how I could still speak.”

”I thought you’d never ask.”

And the man touched him and Roberto found himself back on the platform. He looked round wildly and saw a limping old man walking away, he wanted to run after him but changed his mind.

”You’re sure one lucky dude,” said the guy standing beside him before stepping into the district line train. Roberto stood rooted to the spot, what just happened to him?

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Life could be incredibly hard sometimes but losing hope and ending it all is not supposed to be an option. Thanks for reading my post!

Falling Stars And The Year Of Dreams…

Tough

(Photo credit: Woq)

The shadows inched closer and I watched the wind walking with the legs of a deer.

What kind of hope lie in wait for the coming year?

I have no idea, said the old man, new year

are best for great ideas.

 Tears of the rainbow has nothing to do with the wishes of an orphan.

I lost a dear friend old man, I said, walking beside the sea of dreams

We all lose people at one time or the other, said the old man

The most important thing is not to lose yourself.

The year has been okay, I mused, wrapping my robes tighter

 Others don’t have it so good.

People have died, dreams extinguished!

Then do something about it, he said and left me

I watched him go and I saw falling stars hitting my little

house beside the lake.

Strange, I sighed

Life is strange indeed, said the wind, dancing with the lake.

I saw the falling stars by my window

I tried to stop them but I couldn’t

How can I help?

Dear friends, it’s been a great year, some dreams go unfulfilled, others need more work but one thing I realise is, it’s never too late. New Years are for fresh ideas, hold your loved ones tighter, tighten up your belt and fill your mind with positive thoughts. Work hard and you’ll see great results. Things don’t always go the way we want sometimes, but that is why the sun ALWAYS rise again.

Don’t give up on yourself!

Happy New Year (in advance) great friends and I love you all!!!

Tales Of Five Lies And Stepping Into Greatness!

 Tales Of Five Lies

I want to give you my readers, few nuggets to chew on my book, aptly titled, ”Tales Of Five Lies.” And for the record, nobody can predict the end of the world, so why not enjoy yourselves, tuck into your turkey and march into your glorious future!

Excerpts;

It was a dark and lonely place. Time dragged on excruciatingly slow and I was contemplating going back to my comfortable bed when I saw a man darting behind a tree. All my senses came alive and I watched with apprehension, my hand on the gun my dad gave me before he died. I always take it with me as a safety measure.

I stood still watching every movement the man made, I noticed he glanced round briefly, apparently satisfied he was alone then he whistled. Two men emerged from the shadows dragging a bulging bag between them. My mind went wild with all kinds of theory, what could they be burying at that time of the night and how on earth did my best friend got a whiff of their plans? Something was not right, I could feel it deep within my bones.

They got a secluded spot and began digging…

******Step Into Greatness

Stepping Into Greatness!

That’s it dear friends, hope you’ll put a big smile on my face this Christmas by letting me know what you think of my book, I value your opinions Greatly. 2013 would be a glorious year, just step into your greatness because if you believe it, you would certainly have it! Happy holidays and a Merry christmas! Remember, Life Is What You Make Of It

Merry Xmas Everyone!

The Angel By The Sea-Shore

An animated sequence of pictures of a small hu...

An animated sequence of pictures of a small humpback whale diving beneath the surface. Creator: Hersfold (talk/work) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I stood suspended thirty feet above sea level with hands akimbo. I stared in delight and watched with pleasure at the creatures of the sea, Seals playing with their kind, and then chasing after penguins.

I saw the humpback whale and her calf gliding beneath the surface of the deep, feeding on krill, plankton and juggling with delight, their gigantic bodies causing ripples in the cold arctic sea.

And then I saw him and my heart lurched with fear and admiration! It was the angel by the sea-shore, my sister would not believe me when I tell her the angel really exists.

I was mesmerised by his beauty. The massive wings and the muscular arms enthrall me and I dived towards him, intent on touching those wings to be sure he was real.

Angel 013

Angel 013 (Photo credit: Juliett-Foxtrott)

My feet touched the soft sand and I stood still, silently, waiting for his reaction. His massive wings opened up in glorious splendour, the sinews within his wings and veins rippled with power and I gushed out in delight, such was his beauty.

I heaved my arms and floated above him and slowly drifted forward, not feeling safe standing solitary behind him. I gazed at the top of his head as his golden hair danced to the wind and every sound ceased.

”Who are you?” I summoned the courage to ask, a safe distance away from him but the angel said nothing and then I flew close to him, my eyes boring into his and I seemed to be staring at the depth of mystery.

His eyes glowed like a lone fire in the snow, they looked like two white doves. When he raised his enormous arms, the waves of the sea took notice. His finely sculptured face was like a fine work of art. His beautifully shaped mouth was slightly opened and when he spoke, his voice sounded like thunder.

”Time be still,”

And I moved back, I hated to admit it but I was scared, and I shouldn’t be because I ruled the sea. I watched his upturned arms which were like two pillars of the earth but suddenly, the mystery deepened.

The open sea roared like a woman in labour, his arms were sending out  strange signals and I watched open-mouthed as the sea was rolled like a carpet, the depths of the deep was revealed in one clean swoop and I didn’t find it funny. My stomach knotted in fear as the sea creatures groaned in despair at the intrusion.

”Stop this at once,” I said firmly.

And he looked at me as a father would look at an errant child.

”My name is judgement but they also call me peace. I judge to give peace.”

”Just put down your hands,” I begged and the angel did as he was told, his eyes never leaving mine for a second but I took flight watching from a safe distance, waiting to see what he would do.

The Islanders must know about his presence at once.

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I love writing supernatural thrillers, most of my works tend to delve deep into the mysterious worlds of angels and I would definitely let you in on a secret soon. Thanks for reading my story friends!

A Bull’s Revolt

Matador 1

Matador 1 (Photo credit: Son of Groucho)

I stared at the Matador with hatred oozing out from every fibre of my being, I remembered the warning I gave to Japheth (it was named after its owner) and the others about the plans of the humans.

”They won’t stop killing us, we can revolt,” I cried out in pain, willing the others to come out of their cocoon and think for once but it was futile.

”With what?” Growled the idiot, we nicknamed him idiot because he doesn’t care about anything except grass, it once told me thinking is for humans not for bulls but I do think about my future and I still have nightmares about the death of Japheth.

I decided to fight for my kind, to revolt against the perceived norms that bulls can’t think because I can think and I don’t want to be taken for a fool anymore, if only I can control my anger!

They’ve killed us for fun, they’ve killed us for our anger and all for what? A piece of red cape! Such abomination! But this time it had to be different, I won’t buy into it. My resolve was commendable even though it was so hard. I watched with misty eyes as the red cloth was whipped from side to side, the Matador’s oily hair gleaming in the sun as he beckoned to me and I smelt his arrogance.

I glanced briefly at my hoofs and the brown sand which had been darken by the blood of my kind, I told Japheth I would fight my anger, I won’t succumb. And then the Matador glared at me angrily, daring me to come get it, oh boy, it was so tempting!

How lovely it would it be to thrust my horns into his well toned stomach, to hack him down until his blood flowed the way my friends had been brutally murdered.

I remember Japheth with such fondness and today, I will not fight!

With a deep sigh, I turned away from the Matador amidst gasps from the audience in the arena…

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When someone succeeded in making you angry, believe me folks, they are controlling your life. Refuse to give in to the taunts and jeers of others simply turn your back. You’ll be glad you did and might actually be saving your life.

Thanks for reading my post and by the way, ‘A Bull’s Revolt’ was just a figment of my imagination. I will post ‘TIME’ on Monday and the rest of the story would be published in kindle and paperback soon.

 

TIME. (Mina’s Struggle)

English: Dawn on the lower Zambezi river – Zam...

English: Dawn on the lower Zambezi river – Zambia עברית: אור ראשון על נהר הזמבזי בתחילת עונת הגשמים, אזור הזמבזי התחתון (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It was a stalemate as time stood still. Ever so slowly, the men inched closer to my bed , they weren’t walking, they were just gliding as if propelled by an engine and unfortunately for me I was immobile. It was as if a slab of concrete was resting on the lower part of my body, I felt pinned down, I couldn’t move. With no other option but to await my grisly fate I closed my eyes and in doing so I was able to  draw strength within me and my grandfather’s voice seemed to echo deep within my soul,

”The weakest thing in the world is fear, once you look your fear in the face, its power is broken.”

But it was hopeless, the only fear staring me in the face were three stinking men, and then it occurred to me, why not scream?

And I opened my mouth expanding my lungs for a tsunami scream but it was just a whimper that escaped, the sound was akin to a hen been strangled.

Beads of perspiration gathered on my brows like soldiers going to war. I watched with apprehension as death approached, whoever these people are, whatever they want, nothing is going to stop them.

They got to my bed and all three of them bent down at once, the sight which met my gaze was simply out of this world. They weren’t men at all, they were nothing, an empty space fluffed up in men’s clothing.

”I don’t get it,” I said out loud pleased to hear my voice, where have the men gone? And I did what I should have done earlier, I shouted with every ounce of strength I possessed.

”Daddy!”

I felt a tremor go through me but nothing happened, there was an eerie silence. And then it occurred to me, if they could get to me, what’s stopping them from killing my parents before proceeding to my room.

I tried moving my legs and found out they were working, something must have happened when they got to my bed, I thought and leapt to my feet as if struck by lightning.

My room was quiet big so I have a lot of space to manoeuvre and move away from the men but my eyes was on them. I was still fully clad in my party clothes because I was too tired to change before I fell asleep. I just needed to get away from my room and find my parents. I went straight for the door but it wasn’t bulging, yet it wasn’t locked. The three things hovering over my bed began to hum. I banged on the door repeatedly shouting,

”Daddy, mummy, can you come get me?”

”They can’t hear you,”

They hissed behind me but I was still watching them bent over my bed, how can they be speaking so close to me? This has gone on far enough, I thought and turned round.

”What the hell do you guys want from me?” I yelled angrily.

But there was no one there, just an empty space and I was beginning to question my sanity. I can’t see them, they can see me, is that not how people lose their senses? When they start hearing whispers and voices speaking from the sky?

And then I lost control and did the unthinkable, I went over to those things and kicked one of them in his backside and there was a howling sound.

”Yeah, common, give me what you’ve got,” I snarled angrily.

I kicked the second figure, another heartrending sound, the more I kicked the more their screeching increased in intensity.

”You guys are even losers,” and I landed a killer punch on the head of the third  figure and that was when I made my biggest mistake.

They straightened up and strode towards me pulling their hoods back in the process, they looked like ordinary men with long brown hair but when they opened their mouths, they’ve got no tongues, rather they had snakes for tongues. I moved back glancing at my bed and saw the necklace grandpa gave me shortly before he died.

”I got it from the Zambezi river,” he had explained with a mysterious glint in his blue eyes while fastening the gold chain on my neck, ”keep this under your pillow, you never know when it would come in handy.”

”How can you get a gold chain from a river?” I had queried him.

”There are worlds beyond our world,” he said carefully, avoiding my eyes, ”I met a woman in that river and she gave it to me.”

”I don’t believe in aliens Grandpa,” I said softly.

Mina,” he called my name softly, ”what if you were the alien my child,” I smiled at that but said nothing.

The gold chain under my pillow was actually fending off those strange fellows, I moved back looking for a way to get to my bed and that was when the door of my bedroom was blown apart by a brutal force.  And my dad’s big frame filled the door, his  face was dripping blood but he was shooting wildly, screaming with a deranged look on his face.

By now the men were circling me like a predator, waiting to pounce, my dad did not stop shooting, I lurched forward and my head was almost ripped apart by the snakes in the men’s mouth, they attacked me, hitting me in the head and lashing at my face but I managed to fend them off, getting bitten in the process and I knew I was mortally wounded.

”Dad, save yourself, get out,” I yelled, watching in horror as he stepped on the fallen door, coming into my room, a determined look on his bloodied face.

But it was too late, my dad threw his gun on the floor in anger when it was not having any effect and attacked the creatures from behind, punching them furiously and then there was silence.

I was slipping into unconsciousness, they must have done something to me. The last thing I saw was the face of my dad hovering over me,

”It’s alright Mina, you’re safe now.” And I saw a similar gold chain on his neck.

”I am sorry dad, they’re just too powerful,’ I whispered weakly while my life slowly ebbed away…

 

NP: Happy Thanksgiving dear friends, I hope you’ll enjoy reading this piece as much as I enjoyed writing it. I have decided to turn it into a book (like a novella) I will publish it soon but I promise to post one more next week. Thanks for reading, I appreciate it!!

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TIME

The Thinking Man sculpture at Musée Rodin in Paris

The Thinking Man sculpture at Musée Rodin in Paris (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I quickened my pace, my heart in my mouth, the winter wind slashed my cheeks into shreds as involuntary tears slipped down my cold cheeks. I dread passing through that horrible alley but I’ve got no choice, none of my friends were going my way, so I had to walk home alone.

I clenched and unclenched my fists and trod on, my heels making a tapping danceable sound. At first, I thought it was my mind but the whispering got louder and louder.

”I shouldn’t have gone, I shouldn’t have gone,” I kept repeating under my breath, at the same time casting surreptitious glances behind me, trying to ignore the deadly whispers in my head. I don’t want to show my fear though it was all over me, its slimy hands rests on my soul with ease.

It was insanely cold and I was scantily dressed for that time of the year. I hugged myself and trudged on, mad with myself for my stubbornness. I was almost out of what I perceived was ‘the danger zone’ when three men appeared out of nowhere, standing a few paces from me, their faces were hidden with their hoods.

They were breathing heavily but I noticed something unusual about them, they seemed to hiss like snakes. the hair at the nape of my neck stood on end but I was ready to fight to the death.

I knew it, I saw this coming, I thought bitterly, my stomach in knots, but strangely enough, I was not afraid. Everything happened so quickly that I barely remembered the details.

The men defied gravity as they flew into me while my arms and legs did the rest, my taekwondo training had not been in vain, all thanks to my mom.

In less than twenty seconds, it was over.

I didn’t wait to see if the men were okay before I took to my heels. When I got home, I crept up to my room and wept bitterly.

I was wasting my time, I could have died easily and would have become another statistic. I glanced at my watch, it was one o’clock in the morning, I knew my mum would be fuming and she had every right to.

I finally managed to sleep because I was so exhausted, barely half an hour later, I was rudely woken up when I felt a cold hand on  my shoulder and the whispering began again. I propped myself up on one elbow while I used the other hand to switch my bedside lamb on and the three men I thought I’d beaten were standing calmly against my door, in my room, I could feel their eyes boring into mine.

How did they get in? I should have called the police after I managed to get away, I thought frantically and this time around, I was afraid. My parents’ room was next door and if I scream, I am sure they would be in my room within minutes but do I have the time to do that?

My time was running out, I could feel it deep within my soul. My life flashed before my eyes in seconds and I wished I had listened to my mum. She had warned me to use my time well.

What should I do?

NP: I wrote this at the spur of a moment, it’s a short story. Would love your feedbacks!

Cheers-:)