The sea

[Kiprida]

That was their last date.They went to the sea in early spring. It was cold, and the sea was wavy.She take off her shoes and began to walk in the water.She knew, that was the end and wanted to punish herself for tomorrow. He asked her kindly not to do that, otherwise she would get a cold. She took her shoes and got close to him. He embraced her in the arms, thought she was cold. Yes, it was cold, it was cold inside, in her heart.She loved him! The son of prostitute was beloved by her. She knew he was addicted to her. He loved her as nobody could love. What she could do? In the society where prostitutes were the miserable class, who would easily be killed by their ex-husbands , even by sons if they get informed. What could she do? To run away from home? To obey her mother or to love him and never meet with family? There always be a man whom you can love, but you will never have a chance for another mother or father. She decided to break up ........
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[Gray]

It is incomplete. Is it meant to be?
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First lesson - English, not english. I, not i. ~A student of English

[Icykhool]

Completing this story is your responsibility, Gray

[Kitosdad]

Whoaaaaaa Gray, what a challenge!

I await your response with great interest.

Kitos.
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[Gray]

[Gray]

[Kiprida]

I like completeness, but it's difficult to reach it

The story actually was complited, they broke up !!! Gray, do something, prolong the story

These short stories were like a homework to Kitos's response to write different topics. I like writing, but Gray doesn't understand them I can't understand what he doesn't understand The philosophy of my stories, or my English is so bad that he can't understand the meaning?!

~Phoebe
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[Kitosdad]

Phoebe, I would love to continue/restart this story.
I am without a theme for a new story and this appears to be a heaven-sent theme for a hungry writer.

Do you have any objections to my doing so?

Kitos.
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[Kiprida]

Dear Kitos,

If you continued, you would only please me!!! Please continue or restart it as you wish!!!

Thanks,

Phoebe
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[Kitosdad]

This was to be their last date. Fatima had decided this as she lay in her bed last night.
They had arranged to visit the seaside the next day and Fatima had decided that this would be the right time to tell him.

It was early Spring, and although the water was bitterly cold, she took off her shoes and gingerly stepped into the icy-cold waters.
Hassan showed some concern and told her that she would surely catch cold if she didn't come out of the cold water.

She thought it strange that he should show concern for her, for he had seldom done so in the past.
Perhaps he could sense that something was about to happen because she had spoken very little on their way to the beach.
She came out of the water and he held out his arms to her. He gently kissed her and she could feel her resolve to end this relationship starting to melt.

She could not deny that she loved him, but ever since she had discovered that his Mother was a prostitute their relationship had changed.
She knew full-well that her parents would be outraged should they find out about Hassan's Mother.
She could envisage a scene where her parents would disown her if she ever decided to become married to him. She had to decide just what was more important in her life; Him of her family.

Her family was all she had ever had. Her parents, so warm and loving, and her siblings, all adoring their big sister, and gleefully joking that she had a boy-friend!
How much she loved them all.

Hassan on the other hand had changed so very much since she had first met him. He had won her heart with his good-looks and his extrovert behaviour.
The other girls envied her having such a popular boy on her arm.
He was so very different from her first boy-friend Hammed.

He was very quite, with big soft brown eyes that had worshipped her from their first meeting.
He was polite and reserved, and he had treated her with a great deal of respect.
She could never imagine him performing the outrageous antics that Hassan did.

Then there was the matter of sex. Hassan had assumed from the very first date that sex would be a normal part of their relationship, and had tried to force himself on her from their first kiss.
She had objected strongly to his behaviour, and he had sulked for the rest of the evening.
This was still a very sore point in their relationship, but she was determined that she would never indulge in sex until she was married.

Hammed was completely different, and they had dated for many weeks before he had even attempted to kiss her.
When he had finally summoned enough courage to do so she had been pleasantly surprised at just how gentle and moving his kiss was.
He was surely a boy
that her parent would approve of, and she was certain that she could be happy and content with him.

She pulled away from Hassan and told him of her decision to end their relationship.
He showed no surprise at this, and it was then that she realised that Hassan was not in the least in love with her.
She was a beautiful girl, and it was a boost to his ego to have such a girl-friend, but he was no longer happy in a relationship without sex.
He had already been seeking a new girl, and now Fatima had given him an easy way out of this boring relationship.
They travelled home in silence and he bade her a cool good-bye as she stepped out of the car.
He sped off down the road.

Fatima told her parents that she had broken off her association with Hassan, and they were secretly pleased to hear this, although they said they were sorry to hear the news. Little did Fatima realise that her parents had already known about Hassan's Mother, and that they were delighted that this courtship was now at an end.

The very next day she set out to see Hammed at his Father's little grocery store on the edge of town.

When she arrived he was busy cleaning the windows of the store.
She called out his name and he turned to look into her tear-filled eyes.
He dropped the cloth that he was holding and held out his arms to her.
He drew her close and whispered in her ear,

"I have always dreamed that you would come back to me."

Fatima smiled through her tears as she looked into his soft brown eyes. She had found her place in life at last.

Kitos.
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[Gray]

[Gray]

I am stealing CPU cycles at work
I will get back to the story this evening.
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First lesson - English, not english. I, not i. ~A student of English

[Icykhool]

Great story with nice end, Kitosdad! But I feel, story is missing its cultural essence which is important. Story is not happing in open culture. Since cultural aspect is not considered as strong point to draw it, story is dilemma in Fatima's mind and her struggle to justify her position. In a short, story is missing drama

[Kiprida]

Dear Kitos,

I liked the story in details.This happend to a friend of mine. They had a picture taken at the sea, both almost frozen from the crazy wind of Caspian Sea took a picture where he was holding her in his arms.

I liked the names chosen. Fatima and Hassan. I've never hear a name Hammad. May be it's a short version of Muhammad in Arabic countries.

I don't live in a real Islamic socity, people live in European manner. But the mate selection bases on Turish and Islamic traditons and such stories happen every day.

This story had very different ending. You can't guess what her mother said when she informed her about the desicion made.

May be I'll rewrite the end cutting few last sentences of Kitos's story if Kitos doesn't object.

~Phoebe
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[Kitosdad]

Good morning Phoebe. It is your story. Do whatever you wish.
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