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Night at dirty cell (14)
10 مايو 2017 10:02

Night at dirty cell (14)

Hassan Ahmed

Around seven p.m evening, Alex and Abdul, both of them started a period of chewing Mugoka at Karanja Musho, the debate was a very hot, like water on the extreme on fire on the pot, the innocent sky dominated by cloudy clouds, youths at place of Karanja Musho, they started to gather in small shops, the sky might be rained, Abdul and Alex since preschool, all stages of primary school, both of them were together, only reason makes them not see each other, one Alex went to up country for Christmas holidays, by the way, those years of primary school was amazing to to consider their comradeship is eternal tie, now , they passed twenty seventh years old..



It is raining without giving a consent of coming, very heavy rains coming down, close the gate my friend Abdul , he said to Alex, Alex , I notice drops of heaven inside this a narrow place, he means the small shop in Karanja Musho, as any youths have an expectant ambitions, they haven't borders, the future here is always ambiguous, the debate between two of them was very fierce, Alex reckons, the slums in many places are symbolism of chaos and notorious gangs, yes, there is a part of the truth, and also in many slums are successful boys and girls, women and men , from this notorious area, they are famous artists, singers, players of football, Abdul has shameful trials to stop his friend from the talking, the nice weather made Alex unstoppable, it seems that dream of going to study university has controlled hid sensation, he is only one in this area, he wants the wish's of past to appear.



While , Abdul was chewing, he reminded Alex, do you remember, when we were in preschool, that young lady teacher , she had faced to us a question for both of us, what do you want to be, when you will go to university, I remember Abdul, Alex said , he wants to an engineer, and Abdul said , he wants to Doctor to help the poor people, because of memory of past, Abdul's grandmother, she was died of heart attack in the home, his mother was screaming , no many to take to hospital, that was a painful day for , Abdul replied to Alex.



Both of Alex and Abdul were successful pupils in primary and secondary stages of education, the poverty is always an enemy of smart students from background of wretched places, Alex wants to calm him self my first son will attend university , he will cover my absence there , my brother friend Abdul, , Abdul, I might see a rose grows in a mid of dark tunnel, now our careers as drivers in the company, it will give us advantages to donate these boys, a new hope, from this a notorious slum, as the ordinary people repeat it, hope of miserable society should be real on the ground for fighting for a bright future, Alex , we could go home, to morrow have much works in the company, yes, Abdul, Alex had mentioned, it is too late, the sky besieged us in this a small shop for many hours, light of tomorrow is optimistic for my son and your son too, they walked towards their residence happily , after hours of an open discussion.

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Hassan Ahmed
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