Last Friday In School

It was on Friday afternoon and the sun was scorching. Emran was in haste to catch up with others crowding down to the religious ground to observe their obligatory Juma'at service. He had already put on his Arab-money dress with his black shade glasses already on his face. He knew he was late already, that was indisputable. And the only way not to miss the sermon of the service to be delivered by the oratory, tall, handsome and fairly bearded, but quite simple Imam was to get his calculation right by fast-tracking his walking.

Seven feet covered away from his room he could hear someone calling. Unknown lanky man dressed in a light-blue and well-starched long sleeve shirt from the adjacent side was running towards his direction, calling. ''hey, bro, bro," the guy called. Emran looked back because he could feel the proximity of the wave of the calling scampering down his curious auricles.

"you call me?" he asked with curiousness. "yes." He moved closer to him and they both exchanged warm pleasantries. "Are you Emran?

Finding The Lost Rib

“Life is a fortress of joy when you have someone to give a glimmer of hope at the end of the tunnel.”

The sky looked so cloudy as always in every night of rainy season, dense with darkness and laden with fear. I knew rain was going to fall, so I quickly finished reading the books I borrowed from the library in preparation for my last paper slated for the following week. I looked weary and my eyes already in need of sleep. Since morning I had been at Professor Jude library reading. My body besought nothing but to rest. I needed to sleep, but she had promised to call me. I didn't have any choice than to wait for her call.