Friday 27 November 2020

Aisha's Haunted Days

Chapter Eleven

Figureing Out 

The next day Maryam came to Aisha and Ali's House. Aisha and Ali told her about Ahmed.

"OK, so you mean that Ahmed heard the same poem as in the book??" Asked Maryam.

Aisha nodded.

"This is getting more and more confusing." Commented Ali.

"Well, we could try and figure out what the poem meant." Said Aisha.

"Well then we better ask Ahmed to help us, because he was the one who heard the poem."

"I'm sorry I eavesdroped! But I just couldn't help it! I can and I will help you figure out what the poem meant." Ahmad beamed.

"OK!" Said Maryam. "Come sit down."

Ahmed came and sat down.

"OK! So, lets start with the first verse." Said Aisha.

"Those who speak to the twins of blue

Know beyond what witches do."

"Okay, so twins of blue, that could mean twins who love the color blue." Said Aisha.

"Mmhmm." Thought Ahmed. "I just remembered, the woman who recited the poem had blue eyes."

"Okay, so twins who love the color blue, or/and have blue eyes."

"Okay, so that part of the mystrey is solved." Said Aisha

"These are the people who try to defeat

But do not succeed." Said Maryam.

"Now what could she mean by that?"

"Okay, so this part is confusing, defeat who exactly?" Said Ahmed.

"Umm....I dunn-WAIT! Yes I do!." Said Ali.

"What is it?" Asked Aisha.

"Well, it could mean ghosts."

"You're right!" Said Ahmed


Sunday 22 November 2020

Aisha's Haunted Days

Chapter Eleven

Big Brother

The next day Aisha and Ali were talking about the ghost story when they accidedntly walked out into the lawn and spoke about the story...... right in front of their older brother, Ahmad, who was playing basketball.

"What are you two talking about?" he said, dribbling the ball.

"Nothing!" said both Aisha and Ali at the same time.

"Tell me!" Said Ahmed.

"You wouldn't belive us if we told you." Said Ali.

"Yes I wou-"

"Do you find this poem familiar?" said Aisha cutting Ahmad off angrily and reciting the poem that was in the ghost book.

"Yeah I do." said Ahmed suspiciously.

Aisha gasped.

"When?" she asked. "When did you hear it?"

"5 years ago."

Aisha looked at Ali, Ali looked at Ahmed, Ahmed looked at Aisha.

They were all looking at each other.

*

"So you were walking down the street when a woman ame and asked you where the nearest mosque was, you gave her the direction, and then she went all funny and recited the poem?" Ali Asked Ahmed.

"Yeah."

Aisha gulped.

"That was in the story."

"What story?" Asked Ahmed.

"Maryam brought a story at the sleep over, it had an incident like that."

Ahmed's eyes opened wide.

"Really?" He asked.

"Yeah." Said Ali.


Aisha's Haunted Days

Chapter Ten

Oh, Just Belive us!

"Any explinations?" I blutred out, trying to swallow the lump that had formed in my throat.

"No." Said Omar.

"Exactly when did this happen?" I Asked.

"Three years ago, when you were six."

"Didn't you tell mom and dad?!"

"No. They wouldnt belive me."

"Lets give it a shot."

So Laiba and Omar went to their parent's and told them about the incident's.

"Okay, so, this is just a story your making up, right?" Asked their mom.

"No! We're serious!" Said Omar.

"There's no such thing as ghost's." Said their mom.

"Fine!" Said me and Omar together and left."

"Okay, so we should seriously stop reading this book cuz its already 05:30 AM now" Said Maryam.

"Yeah, but  it's such an exiting story." Said Ali. "And whats the point of sleeping now? It's already time for Fajr and school."

"We are on holidays but it is already time for Fajr."

So everybody prayed Fajr and returned to their homes.


Saturday 21 November 2020

Aisha's Haunted Days

Chapter Nine

The Poem

"Okayyyyyyy so that's chapter one." Said Maryam, snapping the book shut.

"AAAAAARRGGGGHHHH! Can't you read more??????" groaned/ asked Ali

"It's supposed to be a sleepover, not a readover." snapped Aisha, pointing at the clock (yes, there was a clock in the tree house).

02.00 A.M

"What-how-but..... I'm not sleepy!" Said Ali.

"Come to think of it none of us are." said Aliya.

"OK, fine."

"Two Month's after the worst month of my life I forgot completly about the ghost incident, I went out to ride my bike daily, went to go for errend's                              too.

Then one day I experienced another incident, This one wasn't Terrifying, but, here comes the big "but" it was confusing.

I was walking down the street, when a woman came.

"umm..excuse me, could you tell me where the nearest mosque is?" she asked.

I gave her the directions then something wierd happened.

the womans eye color changed from brown to cobalt blue then to ice blue then to teal blue then to purple blue then to navy blue and then to black.

Then she started to look older and older. Then she recited a poem.

"Those who speak to the twins of Blue

Know beyond what witches do

These are the people who try to defeat

But do not succeed

Daughters of the son

Waste no time, hurry for your time is running out

One is a mother

One is a friend

One has escaped

One needs to mend

Be brave young ones

And you will find

The greatest power

Not the sword

Not the mind

It comes from inside

So look within

You will fight

You need to win"


Then the woman coughed and returned to normal while I just stood there. Thoughts scurried through my mind, what did she mean by the twins of blue? What was this poem about? Try to defeat who? Was this a joke?

"Oh! So sorry! I must have dozed of."

"What did you mean by that poem?" I asked

"What poem?" Asked the woman. "I didn't recite any poem! Oh dear, you must have dozed of too!"

Then the woman walked away.

I still couldent forget about the poem, I ran home as fast as I could and wrote the poem down on a note-book.

Then I went to my older brother, Omar's room.

"Omar! Omaaaaar!" I yelled.

"Yeah?" Responded Omar.

I entered his room

"I was just out walking......" Then I told my older brother about the incident, Omar also listened in awe.

"and then the woman came back to her senses before I could ask her what she mea- hey what's the Matter?"

Omar kept looking more nervous and nervous by the moment.

He hesitantly got up from his chair and went to a drawer, opened it and pulled out a paper, yellowed with age.

Then he gave it to me.

I read it, then looked at Omar, horror-struck.

Omar also looked extremely scared.

The poem I had heard was writen down on the note-pad!


the best moment in my life

 Here is the best moment of my life (in saudia)

one day i was walking down the garden with my best friend when some girls, the one who i extremely HATED in the lead, walked up to my friend and said to come and play. i asked if i could too. they said no. i felt like slapping them. it kept bubbling up in me for the whole night, the next day i AGAIN met her and she AGAIN asked my friend to play with them, i AGAIN asked if i could play too, the one that i hated slapped me in the face and said "no you stupid jerk no!" i went to her mother and told her, she went to the girl that i hated and told her "come with me," she went with her mother and i went too, then her mother asked her why she did it. the girl did not have an answer, so her mother slapped her twenty times and said "you are not to play with anyone, not until you fix your arrogant behavior

Friday 20 November 2020

Aisha's Haunted Days

Chapter Eight

The First Chapter

My name is Laiba, I am 25 years old.

I have had some scary incedents in my life since I was 9.

Once I was striding down the road, minding my own business, and I heard a gurgling sound.

"Who is it?" I asked out loud hoping to get an answer.

"Guuuuurrrrrrrr.......guuuuuuurrrr." Came the sound again.

This time I got a little scared.

"W-who is it?" I repeated.

"Riiiiiighhhhht behind youuuuuu." 

I spun around and saw it- a ghost, with skin as pale as a powdered donut and a bloody face.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed.

I maneged to get away from there before......well I really didn't know what the ghost wanted......but after it I would probably have been doomed to misery or something.

when I came home I couldn't stop thinking about it, I refused to go out unless it was SUPER IMPORTANT, I suffered bad dreams and sleep paralysis for a month.

It was the worst month in my life.

*

Friday 13 November 2020

Aisha's Haunted Days

Chapter Seven

Sleepover

The next day Maryam bought the phot and Aisha was able to recignize it as the ghost. "Yup this is the one." She said.

"Mmm....."Said Maryam thoughtfully "You know.... I once read a story where ghosts like that haunted people." She remarked.

Aisha froze all over.

"Did the story say anything else? like how to get rid of the ghosts?" Asked Aisha.

"Yes, it did, theres a private company called Rose Beech Acadmey....but that parts gotta be a lie....right?"

"Who says? the ghost part was true! Why shouldn't this one be?" Said Ali

"Yeah....your right."

"Can you bring the book to the sleepover?" Asked Aisha.

"Yeah, sure I can."

"Great." grinned Aisha.

*

"I-I see that you brought the book, I didn't realize it would be so fat."

"Should I read it out?" Asked Maryam.

"Yes!" said everybody at once.

"Oka.... Hey what's this?" she asked pulling out a doll with one eye.

"Hey, isn't that the doll we found in the store room?" Asked Ali.

"It-it is." answerd Aisha.

"Huh, well just put it over there." Said Ali guesturing with his hand to a corner.

"Ok." answered Maryam.

"So, you reading the book?" asked Aisha.

"Oh, yeah."

Monday 9 November 2020

Aisha's Haunted Days

Chapter 7

Turns Out To Be Real

The next day Aisha and Ali told their friends about the scary incedent's that had happened the day before.

"I went to your house Maryam...." Aisha told the whole story about how she had met the "woman".

"What did this woman look like?" Asked Maryam.

Aisha gave Maryam a perfect description of the ghost.

"I wont say any thing becaus all of you are going to start shouting at me.........even Zain and Ali."

"Why would we do that?" asked Ali.

"Because....... I remember someone looking like that in out family but she's dead."

"SHE IS! AND YOU DO?" Aisha, Ali, Maryam's Brother Zain, Anousha screamed in unison.

"Just as I expected.... her name is Anila, and she died about four years ago, when I was seven, I have a photo of her somewhere in my house, should I bring it to school tomorrow?"

"Yes please." Mumbled Aisha.