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Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Right In Front of Me

I just want you to spin me around.
Can you spin me around, please?

After much pleading and strategic tickling, he agreed. She laughed and laughed, screaming happily and kicking her legs in the air. He spun her really fast, so fast that when she looked up she saw the fan stay still.


Not so fast! Not this fast!


I can only do one speed, paagal.


The best part though was that even if she did let go and waved her arms about he would still be holding on to her, carrying her, spinning her at ceiling fan speeds while they got disapproving looks from the grown-ups.


She was half the size of him, half the age too. With almost invisible gold fuzz all over her skin and the sound of her 't's softer than snow, the half Muslim girl is learning to make friends in a place that she doesn't belong to. Or maybe a place that she belongs to the most.

7 comments:

quartertoinsane said...

beautifully written...

Bea said...

awww.. nicie nicie

Ubaid said...

love it

Anonymous said...

hehehe acha hay :D

Alpha Za said...

Sweet.

Chaos said...

your writing is always so sincere.
It;s beautiful.

Nur R. said...

Thank you so much! <3