Discarded frame
Keywords - Youth's pretense.American movies.CAT 2005.
I dont like I.I like she.
She, who?
She, the daughter of Muhammad.
Muhammad, who?
I know him.I don't like I.
She was seven when they moved.
Then, she was eight when they moved.
Then, she was thirteen when they moved.
She was eighteen when she moved.
Muhammad was sixty two.Soon, he will be dead.
I did not say goodbye.
I, who? I am the narrator.
Muhammad is Somalian.I am Indian.She is half Somalian and half Austrian.
Muhammad is Muslim.I am Hindu.She is dead.
She was seven when they moved to place X.Place X, of course , was beautiful.Place X was her favourote place ever.Place X was also the scene of the war.Yes, there was war.She first learn to speak in English here.Muhammad also learnt English in Place X.Her mother did not learn English.Ever.
Then, she was eight when they moved to place Y.She went to a new school.She met me there.I was at that new school.Later that day, she found that I was her neighbor too.She fell in love with me.In a kiddish sort of way.
When she went back home, she found that Muhammad lay unconcious on the floor.He soon woke up cursing in a language she vaguely knew.Let's call this language 'A'.She was thirteen.It was then when she knew for sure that Muhammad was dying.Muhammad tried to sound cheerful and took her to dinner which he paid for over the next two weeks.I was mentioned in that dinner.I know it cheered her up.
She was eighteen when she moved.They had fought over who would clean the truck. It was young blood.It was also old blood.She never saw him again.Not directly anyway.
Muhammad's last job was as a security guard at the University.
The night shift.Of course.
I often saw him there.It was quite a release.He spoke with a strange accent.He spoke in English.He spoke of places, and he spoke of her.He spoke of Vienna, and he spoke of the wife, who still lived in Place X.
She died yesterday.
I was her imaginary friend from Place X.I should have gone with her.When she died, I should have too.Why am I still around?
Muhammad will die tomorrow.I am guessing I will go with him.Hoping.
I dont like I.I like she.
She, who?
She, the daughter of Muhammad.
Muhammad, who?
I know him.I don't like I.
She was seven when they moved.
Then, she was eight when they moved.
Then, she was thirteen when they moved.
She was eighteen when she moved.
Muhammad was sixty two.Soon, he will be dead.
I did not say goodbye.
I, who? I am the narrator.
Muhammad is Somalian.I am Indian.She is half Somalian and half Austrian.
Muhammad is Muslim.I am Hindu.She is dead.
She was seven when they moved to place X.Place X, of course , was beautiful.Place X was her favourote place ever.Place X was also the scene of the war.Yes, there was war.She first learn to speak in English here.Muhammad also learnt English in Place X.Her mother did not learn English.Ever.
Then, she was eight when they moved to place Y.She went to a new school.She met me there.I was at that new school.Later that day, she found that I was her neighbor too.She fell in love with me.In a kiddish sort of way.
When she went back home, she found that Muhammad lay unconcious on the floor.He soon woke up cursing in a language she vaguely knew.Let's call this language 'A'.She was thirteen.It was then when she knew for sure that Muhammad was dying.Muhammad tried to sound cheerful and took her to dinner which he paid for over the next two weeks.I was mentioned in that dinner.I know it cheered her up.
She was eighteen when she moved.They had fought over who would clean the truck. It was young blood.It was also old blood.She never saw him again.Not directly anyway.
Muhammad's last job was as a security guard at the University.
The night shift.Of course.
I often saw him there.It was quite a release.He spoke with a strange accent.He spoke in English.He spoke of places, and he spoke of her.He spoke of Vienna, and he spoke of the wife, who still lived in Place X.
She died yesterday.
I was her imaginary friend from Place X.I should have gone with her.When she died, I should have too.Why am I still around?
Muhammad will die tomorrow.I am guessing I will go with him.Hoping.
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