short story #1

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a short story about a young girl who is mysterious, along with her father and a man who can be quite generous. The setting is in an Egyptian desert, hundreds of years ago.

Submitted: July 09, 2016

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Submitted: July 09, 2016



(First up I would like to appologize because some of the indendations did not work out. I wrote this on a Google Docs and copy and pasted it here with hope that nothing would get messed up, but that did not work out. I appologize for the inconvience.)


Aisha brushed her hair with the same old hairbrush she used everyday, and then cleaned her teeth with water and her finger. She was dressed in a white robe, which her father makes her wear everyday. The same routine everyday. As she left the small cabin that she lived in, she saw her father, Advik, sitting on Aadi, their camel.

“Aisha,” Advik said in his usual dark, deep, overall intimidating voice, “I do not see buckets in your hand. I want you to get three buckets filled with water before midnight.” Advik wore his usual white robe, same as Aisha. His black beard was now almost down to his stomach now, and his white turban was placed perfectly on his head. In the village, he was one of the most respected men.

“Father,” Aisha muttered with fear, “Aadi has not had a single drop of water in days. He will not make it to the village.”

“He will make it if I need him to make it.” And just like that, Advik slapped Aadi to get him to start walking.

Aisha watched as thirsty-and-tired-Aadi and her father slowly disappeared from her sight. Advik was in his late fifties and Aisha just turned twenty months ago. She knew her father would not arrange her marriage and set her free from his control until she knew just how to work for a man, as a woman was nothing but a slave for men at the time. But Aisha had a different plan in mind, she was in love already, with a man named Amar.

Aisha walked through the tough sand for what seemed like hours before she got to the well. The well used to be in a big village, where you could only get your water for lots of egyptian pounds. Now, the village was almost all wiped out and the only people that lived there were old men and women who didn’t care about the village or the well anymore, along with Amar, who took 80 egyptian pounds from everyone who needed water from the well; this price was very cheap compared to the village her dad goes to everyday for trade. But for Aisha, the price was different. A bucket of water meant a kiss on the lips for Amar.

Aisha finally saw Amar waiting there at the well for her, knowing Aisha would come soon. It was early in the morning, perhaps only four o'clock, but this was the time for Aisha to bring water home. Amar was 31 years old, but this was an age that most men were considered not fully grown and mature in most villages. Amar smiled as Aisha came to him with three buckets in her hands.

“Three?” Amar was obviously delighted, “It is clear you want to kiss me more.”

Aisha giggled, “Or maybe it’s just my father wants me to feel exhausted.”

“Ah, but you’re not. Because you don’t make three trips for the water, you simply make one.”

As Aisha smiled, Amar leaned forward and kissed her three times, each lasting ten seconds. Aisha put her arms around Amar, “Oh, when will we be together?”

Amar put his face closer to Aisha, “When I finally kidnap you!” Amar grabbed Aisha and lifted her into the air.

Aisha laughed, “Oh, stop it Amar.”

Amar smiled as he looked at Aisha laying in his arms, “I love you, and I am trying my hardest to find a home where me and you can run away to.” Amar put Aisha back onto the floor and took two of the buckets.

Aisha watched as Amar put the buckets one by one down the water well to fill them up. “You know, Amar. I’ve been thinking. What if we could take the cabin I live in? We could take Aadi, too.”

Amar looked at Aisha as if she was crazy, “Do you expect it would easy to convince your father to leave us together in a cabin. We can’t simply say, ‘Advik, me and Aisha are going to live in this cabin now. Go find your own home. Oh, and we’re taking your camel.’ How do you supposed we will convince him to take his home?” Amar gave one of the buckets to Aisha and held the other two, one in each hand. Together they began walking towards the direction of the cabin.

“I don’t expect father to allow us to take his home,” Aisha said quietly, “I just expect us to take it from him.”
“You’ve gone mad. Have you seen your father? How would we take his cabin from him?”

“I have an idea, but I will not share it with you. This way, no matter what my father does to get the information out of you, he won’t be able to.”

Amar raised an eyebrow, “Your father hardly knows I exist, and if he wanted information that he knew you had, he wouldn’t think twice about torturing you, he’d do it in an instant.”

Their walk home continued in silence. Aisha could hardly feel her hands from the weight of the buckets. She knew she couldn’t last any longer, and she wished she was born a man. “All people must serve God. All men are half-god. All woman are meant to serve men as well as God.” Advik would tell Aisha this everyday when she was a child, he wanted her to understand he was granted the powers of being a man. “Strength, liberty, and respect are only some of the many gifts given to men.” Hearing these words everyday made Aisha believe that men are gifted and women are servants. She believed this was the truth, and she hated the truth.

When Aisha and Amar finally got to the cabin, they put the buckets down next to the door. There were marks on Aisha’s arms from the handles. She looked to see if Amar had any, but his hands were behind his back. She hugged Amar, “Thank you for the help, I wouldn’t have ever made three buckets of water back here in time for midnight. I would’ve been punished yet again.”

“What are you going to do now?” Amar wondered.

“I must brew the tea for my father, clean his room and the rest of the house, and just make sure everything looks perfect for him.”

Amar nodded, “Will you be back tomorrow?”

Aisha tilted her head, “If all goes well, father will be out of the house for good by then.”

Amar grinned, before turning on a heel and beginning his way back towards the village he came from.

Once Aisha knew Amar was far away, she went back into the cabin and got ready to brew the tea. She put in the usual Darjeeling leaves that her father gets from other villages, but today she put in a secret ingredient. After years of trading with several people she finally got this special plant she wanted for such a long time. Aisha put a bit of hemlock into the tea, a very poisonous plant.

“Oh, father,” Aisha watched the hemlock float in the hot water, “I hope you enjoy your tea tonight.”


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