Ahmad Al-Arabiy (part 1)

Ahmad Al-Arabiy had given up on love; art was to be his mistress. And so it was that in the summer of 1999, he took a chance to be if not the best Arabian writer, then certainly one that would make the world sit up and take notice. To accept this he started moving around until he reached a city in southern Europe called Condolousia. It’s a beautiful city on the cost of the librarian peninsula right on the cape between the Midetareain Sea and the Atlantic Ocean. A city that was conquered be the Muslims and Arabs in the medieval time and was under their control for hundreds of years. Ahmad took a ship moving from the Alexandria in Egypt to reach this city. Condolousia was a city of unimaginable wealth it had lights of Paris, flowers of Holland, Buildings of Chicago, parks of New York and beaches of Cancun. It was the Havens on Earth. Ahmad found himself on the huge ship seated next to a man called Osama Bin Laden, a man who had the uncanny ability to make a two-hour train ride seem like ten. Ahmad started a conversation with Osama “so you’re going to Condolousia ha!!” Bin Laden replied “I’ve been summering in Condolousia since I was a boy; it would be my second home if I didn’t own three others”. Bin Laden was a tall handsome young man in his 20s, dirty look beard and moustache cool spike heir, and he was wearing an Armani Jeans with a Roberto Cavalli shirt and Gucci shoes. Tanned, wearing a Buvlgari bracelet and a shark teeth nickels. “And what about you? What are you going to do there in Condolousia?” Bin Laden Asked. Ahmad replied “where ever the wend take me, I’m in an author and I have nothing to do except looking for a good story and meeting new people”. “Why is that don’t you have people in your country to write about, people are the same everywhere. It might be easier for you to write about them” Osama suggested. Ahmad with a wired look on his face answered him “I want to write the best novel written by and Arabic author. Bin Laden stood up with a smile on his face that shows his perfect white teeth “would you care to join me for a Sheashe in the smoking room?” Ahmad said all right.