My first Story

[alinaqi]

Its My first short story and looking for your comments.

Noodle’s

It’s the Maghrib time, Zainab did not told her mother, leave the door open, climb down the stairs, without any caution, cross the road, get in the other building. Climb the stairs without any caution as there is no light on the staircase but she don’t care, she is doing the same thing for last one year. On third floor, did not knock the door, just open and get in. Her best friend Hafsa and Ahmed her brother are watching the tv, and eating noodles. Hafsa’s mother gave zainab another bowl of noodles which she reluctantly accepts, and start eating.

A man driving a 2d with windows closed, he is bit nervous and bit excited for the work he is going to do. He turned left from Abu Hassan Isphahani Road to Abbas Town Road, crossed couple of street and parked the car in market. He wanted to get further but police check post restrained him from going. Adjusts the time on the mobile, move the stop watch and set the time, recited the Ayat ul Kursi, Sura Fateha, check the final time and exits the menu. He got out of the car and walk back for about ten minutes. There was another car parked there, he gets in. There were two people sitting in the car they all were very nervous and excited, for they were going to achieve today.

There was a high sound like some thunder, the thunder sound that make you tremble and hold something your nearest and your heart is pounding like someone put the finger on the trigger of machine gun, 300/400 bullets per minute. Someone was trying to grab something to help himself so that he doesn’t have to fall down when the iron steel---that get naked due to blast--- was in his reach, and tried to grab it, he realized that his arms are not there, he fell five stories down but the fall did not kill him, the realization killed him.

Farwa looked around for the Zainab but she was not in the house, she opened the door and get in the corridor but she could not move further the other flat door was opened and floor was falling down, she can see that the other building third floor, the flats facing the street are just the rumble she run down the stairs bare footed not caring the concrete and ball bearings making her feet bleed, she crossed the street and climb the staircase a lot of people trying to get down she pushed her way through. There was no need to open the door she get inside but there was only three noodle bowls but nobody to eat those.