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I LOVE YOU MY BEST FRIEND

Posted by dvags story Tuesday, 31 December 2013 0 comments
Monica works Sucianto :

 As usual I started my day today with sekoloah . At school , I sit together with Riski . Riski is my best friend . We're always together . As a friend of me and Riski not integral .
In addition I also have a friend Riski Cika name . Cika very well with me . Cika know everything about me . To me Cika not have a shortage as a friend .
Wherever I go Riski must always accompany me . I always like the same Riski , but I was ashamed to reveal it . Even so he remains a friend .
I kept trying to bring up the courage to reveal all to Riski . But I still can not reveal everything .
Until one day I saw the same street Riski Cika . I do not have thought , it was my friend . I also have not had time to express his Riski . Why do so here . I hate you Ris . Yet from the first I 've tried to get you. But why do you even go with him . I do not want to see you again .
" Bela ...... " Riski greet me .
I do not want to reward him , I hate Riski . I just ran away from him . I tried to fight the pain in my heart . But still can not . I do not want kehillangan Riski . Every time he called me I do not want to ignore . Riski more memili Cika , rather than my feelings . I often see him alone in the cafeteria . Increasing the incision in my heart .
Why would I like to people who do not understand my feelings . But why I can not ngelupain him . God please answer me , why this all happened . I could not if Riski not with me .
This beautiful at night I suppose memandangin two stars that I and Riski .
" Bela Bela . Pls answer me , I know you're angry . But why ? " Riski cried in front of my house all of a sudden .

 I want to reply to panggilanya . But I can not , I still hate him . Moments Riski not already there in front of my house .
" Fortunately , I 've not able to look in his face again . I imagine once we are happy with " I told myself .
The next day , I do not look in the same Riski Cika . I began to calm down . Riski Cika already not the same anymore .
" Bela yes you angry with me ? " Riski asked suddenly .

 I just smiled at him.
" You would not go home with me ? " Ask Riski again .
" Perhaps " I said simply .
After school I go home with Riski . I joked and laughed as they used to be . I'm happy , may exceed happy . Suddenly something happened . Riski car crashed into a car , and I and Riski unconscious .

 I slowly opened my eyes at first . Turns out I 've been there in the hospital . I just saw mama , my daddy crying in front of me .
" Pa , ma why cry ? Riski where ? pa-pa I'm not right , "I told Mom and Dad .
" Your legs broken bones dear , you must use a wheelchair" replied mama crying
" Ha ....... Riski continues where "I asked again .
" Mama do not know where Riski " replied mama
Ris hope you do not pa - pa ya , I hoped in my heart .
Now I live my day to day lying in a hospital bed . I'm lonely without Riski . I hope Riski back in good health . I miss you Ris
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 Until finally I can get out of the hospital . But I'm still not able to walk , I could only sit helplessly in a wheelchair . I still berharrap Riski be back .
" Mom what 's alive Riski " I asked mama .
" Mama do not know , which is important now that you pray for Riski let her congratulations .
Although I'm not with you , I still love you Ris . I will still pray for you as my mama message .
God , why did this all happen ? Am I still able to meet Riski for the terakhirkalinya . Pertemuhan God help me with , I can not live without it .
Many days I waited and waited . Suddenly someone knocked on my door knocking . Ternyapa it Riski , I would not have thought you back Ris . Although you can sit in a wheelchair like me , I still love you . I can not live without you Ris . Do not lef me again yes

 I and Riski in aids to sit in front of my couch .
" Bell ..... I Just want ngasi this necklace with you . This necklace will be our memories together "says Riski
" Makasi Ris . But I'm really glad you 've come back , I LOVE YOU " I replied
" I know , but this necklace will be a memory the two of us . Because I already know I can not live anymore , and accompany you again like before .
I LOVE YOU FOREVER
Riskipun to wrap her in my arms . God answered my prayers is to be met by Riski again , but only for a few moments .
good bye Ris hope you calm down there .

I WANT TO be with you

Posted by dvags story Monday, 30 December 2013 0 comments
I WANT TO be with you
Works : Monica Sucianto

 In the glass , I saw that my face ready to go to the dance with a beautiful white dress . I'm very glad to dance . With my makeup is " WOW " I went into the dance .
My name is Feby , I like to dance . I often follow the dance contest . Arriving at the ball , I saw a beautiful candle wax mix soft beralunan song is very touching . While the show started , everything started dancing with her ​​dance partner , respectively. But tonight I did not get a dance partner . I can only smile at the other sit her dancing with her ​​dance partner , respectively. Until suddenly there was a boy who gives his hand to invite me to dance. That's where I first got to know Rio . He was a good man who first fills my heart at first sight . From that moment I began to make friends with her ​​. Rio is very attentive to me . Attention exceeds a friend .
Two months I knew her , I started knitting in love with her ​​. I would never part with her ​​. The longer I samakin care about Rio . I'm happy to get her attention . Gak I thought I had a two -year courtship with her ​​. He was not changed . Rio still concern me . At any given time I believe Rio will always love me .
Today my day more beautiful with its existing Rio . Rio even care about me . I hope my love will be with him forever.
Tomorrow is my birthday the 16th . I hope Rio can come . If Rio does not come taste my special day it will feel empty . One day before my birthday as a paradise with knick knacks everywhere. But all that unusual if we do not have the Rio wrote . Rio like a jewel in my heart . I do not want to lose him .

 The next day , just after five in the afternoon I started to dress up like a princess in the palace . I dress like this because it's not my birthday . But because today's Rio is coming on the show for my birthday . Exactly six o'clock in the tahunkupun birthday party started . But I'm just speechless at the gate of my house . I do not care already many guests are coming . I'm just waiting for Rio .
Rio did not come . I started to upset waiting . I hope Rio can come of this for my birthday party . I keep waiting , waiting and waiting . From a distance I saw a speck of light motorcycles . The closer I saw the Rio motors are getting close to there. I'm very pleased . I think Rio will not come . Start the motor sound louder Rio .

 In front of me I saw a car hit Rio . Rio also fell covered in blood . And a gift thrown at me . Gift it contains a necklace and a small letter reads .........
Happy birthday to ya in February Long live . Although time is running out I will still love you . I can only give you this necklace . I hope you like this necklace so the same . I love You .
Why this special Day of Rio must go . Why did God call people I care about most in this world . I want to continue with him . But now it can not. Rio is gone forever leave tuk . I 've resigned . Now I can only pray that rio silent and happy in there . To be sure I love you Rio
I LOVE YOU

 Now I'm alone without it . I'm lonely , I'm empty without it . If I could turn the time , I would not let the Rio go . Day coloring with my day always in tears , not like it used to . I've always been happy with Rio . Now he's not already here , here with me . I always hope he comes back . If God did not allow Rio back maybe I can not live longer in this world . I hope you still remember me ya there . Pa pa I'm not alone here . The important thing is you are happy there .

 It's been a year I go through life without Rio . Although Rio already not exist in this world , but Rio is still there in my heart . I'm sure not going there oang can ngegantiin Rio position in my heart .
Today is the day that my ualng TODAY to 17 and also the departure of Rio . On the day of my birthday I do not dress up as pretty as before. I know Rio already not there . If Rio is here for sure this party definitely feels wonderful . Because of this event I can not visit the grave of Rio . I also chose to flee from the house leaving my birthday event . I headed for the tomb of Rio . I kept staring at the grave of Rio while at all times to tears .
Rio If you were here I'm sure will be happy . I will still love you Rio . Even if you 've not here with me anymore , I 'll still love you anyway . And I hope you also love me there . I love you Rio .
I LOVE YOU

 There, above the tomb Rio I fell asleep for a long duration of leave all the people I love . But I'm happy , there I could see Rio and I would love ETERNAL tuk selamalamanya .
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An Unprecedented Love Story Revealed

Posted by dvags story Tuesday, 24 December 2013 0 comments




" There's a celebration , but it's not a wedding. He was wearing a white dress , but it's not her wedding dress . Many people came to the party , but they came to curse and throw stones at him . There was no music being played and no joy songs are sung ; just shout Allah - u - Akbar that filled the air . "

 Since the events of September 11 , we still continue to hear that Islam is a religion of peace . But the actions of hundreds of thousands of fanatical Muslims give the exact reason for this we see religion differently . If we turn our eyes from the news headlines , then there are also the stories are not told , but the stories also show us the dark side of Islam .

 In following this tragic story , you will meet with Yagmur , who tells how his sister falls in love with a young man , where man's father forbade him to marry this woman . Yagmur still remember how happy faces of the two young men and how they love each other . In an effort to obtain the blessing of his parents , sister and her boyfriend Yagmur tell that she was pregnant . What then is the true story about a broken heart and this persecution , is something that was unimaginable by those who live in Western countries . After hearing her daughter's pregnancy , Yagmur father furiously bringing her daughter to the religious leaders . Because there has been adultery , then the sister Yagmur be put to death by stoning . It is a tragic love story , with unimaginable brutality . Setting of this tale may surprise many people . In addition, this story takes place not in Saudi Arabia , Iran or Afghanistan , but in Turkey - that many people today believe that the country will soon become a permanent member of the European Economic Community .

 Unprecedented Love Story Told

 My name is Yagmur ( meaning " rain " ) . I was born in the interior of Turkey , in a village . In general , Turkish women enjoy much freedom for our Arab sisters is that they never think of . But the interior of Turkey is a different story . Honor killings happen every day . Usually women doing domestic affairs even though they are still allowed to work outside . But actually women work harder than men because men generally do not like to force themselves . Here , a woman such as cattle or slaves . If your husband tells you to do something then you have to obey .

 My mother is a woman who is somewhat educated . He taught at home and even allowed me to learn at school . My hobby is reading books . Through these books , I learn different languages ​​and gained a lot of knowledge .

 I am a girl who is disciplined and obedient , in contrast to the somewhat haughty sister . When he was eighteen , he fell in love with a young man . Both love each other , but he was already engaged to another girl , and this is the parents' decision . Dating is forbidden in Islam, marriage and arranged marriage often occur because young people just met their partner on the wedding day .

 But the rebellious sister . He " relationship " with the young man . Every night he would go to meet him . They do kiss and then the relationship becomes too much : he was pregnant . At first they planned to flee to the big cities where the likelihood they will be safe there . They know the rules of religion in the village and realized that they would get into big trouble . The leader does not care what happens in the interior of Turkey . Sometimes there is a priest or mullah and the elders were punished because they tried to practice Islamic law ( Sharia ) and unlawful secular government . But the authorities are usually more interested in the big cities are filled with tourists and close their eyes to what is happening in the villages .

 I remember their young faces . I do not understand the whole situation : I was just a little girl . But when I looked at them I could see that they were happy . Their happiness makes me happy too , and I want to smile .

 Instead of getting married with the choice , they spoke to my father . Pregnancy is a good reason to get a marriage license , that's what they think .

 Unfortunately , my brother wrong in calculating love her and our father 's father 's obsession with religion . Apparently he became very angry . Instead of letting two people who are in love got married and build their love , he took her to the religious leaders and they set that my brother had committed the sin of adultery . He was sentenced to death by stoning . They do not show mercy even to the fetus in the womb . He has tarnished the " honor" of his family and the only way to remove the stain is to wipe out the sprout new life . The fetus in the womb is also a stain , and the little creature must be destroyed so that our family can return to live with dignity .

 On the night before he was executed , he came into my room and told me that he would miss me . She cried and hugged me to his chest . Then he smiled and said that he would see her unborn baby . I feel happy , do not know his fate , but I could feel that something bad will happen . I was so scared !

 I still remember the black eyes , and he looked at the sky when the ground was dug and she was put into it . He was wrapped in a white cloth and his hands tied to his body . He was buried up to the waist limit . Mass surrounded by stones in their hands and began to stone him shouting Allah - u - Akbar ! Allah - u - Akbar ! in addition to the insanity that they do . My brother floundering in pain while his body hit the rocks are weak and break his head . Blood flows out of the face , cheeks , mouth , nose and eyes . All he could do was bent to the left and to the right . Slowly her movements slowed and finally stopped raining stones despite ongoing. His head slumped on his chest . His face was full of blood remained calm . All the pain was gone . Be a pity mass hysteria and cries of Allah - u - Akbar stopped . Someone approached , with a large stone in his hand , hit my brother with a stone skull to make sure that his life ended . Actually he does not need to do that because he 's dead . Usually black eyes shining with life now closed . Laughter exhilaration that usually meets the world around him has now been muted . Heart that beats with love for the heavenly only a short time , has now been stopped . Even the unborn child is not given the chance to breathe the air . The fetus accompany young mother in a deserted place and a cold grave , or who knows , maybe to a better place where love reigns and pain and ignorance is not known . The two lives of living beings should be removed so that my father could keep his honor .

 She wants to marry the man she loved . He dreamed of wearing a white dress on her wedding day ; whereby there will be a great feast , many people will be invited and they all congratulated him , sing songs of joy , and threw flowers and colored paper cutouts of him . Yes , indeed there is still a celebration , but not the wedding celebration . She was still wearing white clothes , but it's not a white dress for her wedding . Many people came to the party , but they came to curse , and stoned him . There is no music being played and no joy songs are sung ; just shout Allah - u - Akbar that filled the air . Hugs he received only from the cold ground where half of the body was buried . He received only the kiss of stones thrown at her and tore his flesh and crush bones . They kissed her death . He is not united with the man she loved but married to death .

 It is a tragedy for my beloved sister . Her life becomes meaningless . He got his lashes , but that was all . He could just forget the whole story of their romance and resume his life , but he can not do it . Every day I see her standing at the door of our house , as if he were waiting for my brother to come out and meet him . I saw him cry . I can only imagine that when he does not cry in front of our house , then at that time he was at the funeral , weeping over the grave of the person he loved and her baby . Until one day she could no longer bear the misery and then he hanged himself to death .

 His death silenced and nobody talks about it. Maybe no one cares . He was reunited with his girlfriend and baby . No more people who can hurt them . There was nothing more that could separate them .

 It is a sad story . But in contrast to the story of Romeo and Juliet , this is a true story that has not been disclosed . Nobody talked about the two people who were in love it . Nobody cried for them . Not only they are buried , but the memory of the two of them also buried as if they never existed . Their genuine love making other people feel ashamed , embarrassed feeling that must be removed with their blood .

 But the saddest part is that , according to Islamic law , my brother worthy of death . The elders convinced that he will burn in hell fire until forever . No, I can not imagine that God would send someone to hell for loving someone and feeling happy by love. I can not accept such a sadistic god .

 When I was eighteen years old , I am married to a Turkish man who worked as a businessman . He came from Germany . When I came to Germany , I found out that he already had a wife another .

 He is not an evil . He was very good , but he is a Muslim . He could not understand why Europeans do not like polygamy . It does not allow our wives out of the house . He protects our honor in a strange way .

 Then we moved to England . Here we are even more isolated than in Germany because there are only a few people in this country Turkey . In Germany , at least we still get to meet with the Turks others .

 My relationship with my husband 's first wife as a friend . Of course there is rivalry between us , but I was alone and could not leave the house to meet up with other people . His life is boring and empty just like my life . We can not hate each other : we have to be friends to solve our problems . Me and him like two pairs of cells . We have each other . There is not much room for antagonism or hurt .

 I have five children , her four children . He occupies a privileged position in our family because he has a son . So far I only give birth to girls .

 We are both educated , but he is obsessed with the kids so he stopped reading the book . I am still trying to learn , perhaps one day I will be freed ... read a book , keep entering information into my brain , because I like to think . He himself does not like to read a book or think , therefore I feel alone .

 Sometimes I think to escape , but I have five daughters. I can not leave them or run from them . I feel trapped .

 Although I 've left Islam long enough , I never stopped praying and fasting . My husband keep a rattan for disobedience .

 When I tried to protest , my mouth silenced with quotations from the Koran . Islam that determines our lives . How stupid if people live their lives based on a book written long ago ?

 I 'm not regretting my life . But I really hate to Islam . At least I can practice certain traditions , but Islam has destroyed our culture , degrades women into slaves and let them in folly . What can you expect from an uneducated woman ?

 When I look at my daughters , I pray that they will live in a free world , free of Islam and slavery .

Yagmur Dursun * is the name that he gave in his letters . Some details of this story have been changed to conceal the identity of the author

Patricia Engel releases first novel ‘It’s Not Love, It’s Just Paris’ after successful short story collection

Posted by dvags story Monday, 9 December 2013 0 comments
Patricia Engel’s short story collection ‘Vida’ was a success. Now, she releases her first novel ‘It’s Not Love, It’s Just Paris.’

Patricia Engel’s short story collection ‘Vida’ was a success. Now, she releases her first novel ‘It’s Not Love, It’s Just Paris.’

After the critical success of her first book, the short story collection “Vida,” writer Patricia Engel takes her characters on a longer trip.
While Vida’s stories take place mainly in Miami and New York, Engel’s recently-released first novel, “It’s Not Love, It’s Just Paris,” follows Lita — an earnest but inexperienced 20-year old New Yorker — on a trip to Paris.
There, she falls in love while trying to break free from her strong family ties.
“I love love stories, and I always felt there was a shortage of modern, intelligent love stories,” says Engel, a professor of creative writing at the University of Miami.
“So my first goal was to try to write that love story — a love story that I would like to read, and a love story that I would believe
.Patricia Engel ‘wanted to write the Paris novel that I felt was missing.’

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