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| The Mother and the Politician | |||
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| Topic Started: May 10 2014, 02:04 PM (209 Views) | |||
| Yoloys | May 10 2014, 02:04 PM Post #1 | ||
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EJY 1968 Drip, drop, drip, drop, drip, drop. Rain pattered loudly against the grimy window pane. Lubna laid wide-eyed in bed, unable to sleep. The large robust hallway clock struck midnight. On the other side of the box-sized bedroom, Lubna's eleven year old sister Forough, snored harmoniously. Why was she cursed with the inability to sleep? "Lucky cow," smirked the tired seventeen year old. Forough continued to snore, oblivious to her older sister's remark. Craving nourishment, Lubna got up and slowly made her way towards the slightly ajar door. The hallway was cluttered with toys, books, clothes and furniture. Not wanting to disturb anybody, Lubna tip-toed around the various objects. When she finally made it to the pantry, a light clicked on in the distant. "Shit," Lubna cursed quietly. Someone must have heard her creeping around. With stealth, the teenager dived into the adjacent living-room - choosing to hide behind the conventionally large sofa. The creek of feet against cold floorboards, unnerved Lubna slightly. What if it was her mother or her older brother Ibrahim? Then she would be in a huge amount of trouble for sure. Fearing the worst, Lubna covered her mouth with the back of her right hand. Luckily, the person had managed to go past the room without even looking inside. A few minutes had passed before she finally rose up from her hiding place. With quick haste, Lubna ran back to her bedroom and jumped back into her bed. It took a few more minutes before she was finally able to sleep. "WAKE UP! WAKE UP! LUBNA WAKE UP!" screamed a frantic voice. Lubna opened both eyelids. Forough and two of her other siblings - ten year old Mehmed and five year old Salma - crowded round her bed. Puzzled, the teen asked what has happened. "They kidnapped mummy! Someone had kidnapped mummy!" cried five year old Salma frantically. "What happened to mum?" "Someone kidnapped mummy!" replied Forough and Mehmed in unison. Lubna felt her heart beat rapidly. Was she hearing correctly? "Don't be stupid - she's probably gone out shopping or something," said Lubna. "No she hasn't, Ibrahim went to mummy's bedroom at around nine o'clock and discovered she's missing. Him and Aasiya and Noor and Wafa have gone out looking for her!" whispered Mehmed. "Don't worry," Lubna tried to reassure her younger siblings, "she's probably gone out shopping and must have forgotten to tell us,"
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| Whal | May 10 2014, 02:42 PM Post #2 | ||
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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Edited by Whal, May 10 2014, 02:42 PM.
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| Yoloys | May 10 2014, 04:10 PM Post #3 | ||
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Ibrahim was only twenty-four, when his mother vanished into thin air. During the first few days, Ibrahim had clung onto hope. However, as the days turned into years, he slowly came to the realisation that his darling mother was truly gone. So when two uniformed police-officers knocked on his front door, forty-six years later, a now seventy year old Ibrahim was already prepared for the devastating news. The serious looking of the two police officers, a middle-aged man with a grizzly-looking beard, was the first to speak. The policeman's words sounded forced and foreign, "I'm sorry to break the news to you-" Ibrahim interrupted the officer, to spare the poor fellow of being the bearer of bad news. " My mother, they found her body?" Both the officers nodded remorsefully. "Where was she found?" questioned Ibrahim. "In Aleppo, they found the body buried in a shallow grave," answered the other officer. "Forty-six years and all this time, she's been in Aleppo" "I'm sorry for your loss," "Don't be, my mother is back home," said Ibrahim. |
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| Yoloys | May 13 2014, 05:53 PM Post #4 | ||
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LARNACA 1965 "Whore!" "Slut!" "Kafir!" Shehzadi carried on walking. Abusive language polluted the dark, claustrophobic side-street. The widowed mother of eight, tried to avoid confrontation at all cost. On the other hand, some people thought differently. Especially the women. The women used words as war paint. Evil words. In Yoloys, religion was used as social class. Daina worshippers had the upper hand. Muslims came next in line. At the bottom of the pile - Alevis. Despite having converted to Islam years ago - in order to marry her now-deceased husband Talib - the locals still treated Shehzadi as an outcast. She hadn't even been an Alevi - she had been an Alawite! However, nobody cared. In Yoloys, Shehzadi Eloa was considered a traitor and an infidel. |
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| Yoloys | May 13 2014, 05:54 PM Post #5 | ||
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OOC: How does everybody like this roleplay?
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| Yoloys | Jun 4 2014, 06:02 PM Post #6 | ||
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Edited by Yoloys, Jun 8 2014, 09:48 AM.
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