I kept screaming and calling my beautiful friend, and my voice echoed in space calling for Zahra and Zahra did not answer. Where did she go? Did the jinn kidnap her, did she fall into a dark well, or did thieves kidnap her? My friend died. How will I live without her? How will I go to school without her when she used to come and take me from home and we would go together?At this time, the feelings of fear are lost except for the fear for my friend’s flower. How do I find her? How do I go through this darkness and not get my good, beautiful flower? Do I face all this dark ocean around me? Am I strong to this extent? I am very afraid, Zahra. Silence prevailed, the wind calmed down, and the stars of the sky appeared.And I could not call Zahra. Fear of the unknown killed me, and I lost hope of returning. I lost hope in the return of my beautiful flower. Only five minutes was a long life in which the hair on one’s head turned gray. In this silence, I heard voices hissing, where did they go, talking? And in light of my fear, I did not realize that those searching and whispering were my family and the people of the street looking for us when our friends went to inform them that we had lost our way from them.And I sighed a long sigh that broke my heart, Oh Lord, they are looking for me, so I screamed so that they could hear my voice. I am here. I am here. I am here, father. They ran to reassure me, but I was crying and screaming and saying, “What’s wrong with my friend Zahra? _____.” I told them, “We were together and I did not find her. Zahra died. Ghosts kidnapped her.”I want my girlfriend, I want my girlfriend. I will not go until I find her. Search with me. She is here. Zahra will not leave me. She loves me. They told me, “We will find her. Calm down. We will search for her.” They were carrying primitive torches to light the way. The search for Zahra began. The search continued for a long time. We did not find Zahra. We went to Zahra’s house to search with us. We knocked on the door.And I entered very quickly to Zahra’s affectionate mother, so she hugged me tightly. Don’t be afraid, O survivor, don’t be afraid. Zahra came before you and was crying in the room. I was going to go look for you. Zahra is here, my aunt. So Zahra came out so we could embrace each other and laugh and cry, and Zahra and I have remained friends until now 😍🙌
My friend Zahra and the unknown fate
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21 responses to “My friend Zahra and the unknown fate”
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…“Nós somos os outros que ou bem tratamos de gostar do que fazemos ou, pior ainda, não gostamos do que fazemos.
Esta segunda opção é o caminho da loucura.
A primeira alternativa é viável. Se a gente não gosta do que faz, a saída é buscar outra coisa para fazer. Não é permitido ficar no caminho da loucura.” …Ago/2012:
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🐇😃😂😂🙌
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