A unique love story by/ Abdu Morkos Abd El Malak

A unique love story by/ Abdu Morkos Abd El Malak

My love story is a unique one. It is more romantic, dramatic, and fantastic than any of those stories; we read about, heard, watched or knew from the history, novels or poetry.

It is not like

( Romeo and Juliet ) ,( Qais and Lila , Layla and Majnun ) ( Cleopatra and Mark Antony ) nor any love story ….

If people knew our story it would be taught and narrated to all generations.

My story lived in silence and ended so. It was a decent, pure and incredible one .

I lived love with a my princess ( a fairy ) from the fairy tales .

I used to stand up in my trace looking at people walking in the street and enjoy this, I’m a handsome, and well –built ,strong guy with neat cloths .

My princess is my next door neighbor. She used to look from her terrace at the same time in a fantastic make up, hair free with an exciting cloths. We never exchanged any word nor greetings. I could not dare or take the initiative of declaration of my love for her. Yet I kept my love in my heart .

I noticed that all passers bye glancing at us with envious and heard them saying how they are sweet lovers .

Once devilish thoughts passed by my mind and became the rough waves that hit the shore.

I decided to break the wall that separates us and hug her .

As soon as ,these thoughts came to my mind ,

I saw four strong four guards of her castle coming towards me .

One put his hand on my mouth and the another one round my neck .

Two men lift my legs ,and they carried me and hurried to a wide room with queen bed where I saw my princess as she was born ,they soon took of my cloths ,and threw me in the bed , but I felt my body turned into pieces ,

An old man came and shouted ordering them to gather my parts

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And to take me to the big store and keep me

And keep me among other

Manikins

Abdu Morkos Abd el malak 26/7/2015

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