New kid on the blogs, Tariq H, is author of the Untitled Story Project; a story about the potential causes behind the current Middle East conflict.
The men wore matching black kufis but they dressed entirely differently. As they walked through the streets, random denizens would greet them with a “As salaam alaikum.” They would respond and move on with an occasional handshake. That’s how it was for the brothers with the kufis.
Kamal had no time to argue or fight for justice, he was late. He hurried to the military compound frequently checking his wristwatch. This job had been a blessing for him and his family. He couldn’t afford to lose it over a few corrupt cops. He was in such a rush to get this ordeal over with, he failed to realize that his car was slightly heavier than before. Actually, he did realize it, just as he approached the military complex, but figured he would check it out during the inspection. As he drove past the security, he looked at his wristwatch one last time which had stopped moving, but he continued to hear some ticking.