Böcker av Abdul Rahim

When I opened the front door, the real danger began. The six-six monster has been haunting my fiancée for more than a year beneath my porch. His nose was drenched with raindrops while the hairs of his buzz cut stood on edge. I could see by the look on his face that opening the door had been a mistake by the way he had his jacket collar pulled up.When I attempted to come up with a way to defend myself or warn him away, nothing came to me. First to speak, he.'It's a nice evening, isn't it, Dan?'Looking over his shoulder, I saw a thick layer of rain sticking to the obsidian roof tiles of the buildings across the street.'Eh..'He grabbed my chest with his frying pan-sized palm and forced me back into the hallway of my own home.'Dan, are you here?'As he pushed me against the wall, closed the door behind him, and turned the key in the lock, I shook my head and sighed in frustration.

Marcus sat in his little upstairs bedroom, his head resting on the misty glass, watching the torrential downpour outside. A thunderclap rattled the home, jarring Marcus out of his slumber and into consciousness. An exhilarating exhale accompanied his abrupt withdrawal from the window."Marcus?"Taking his gaze away from the dismal landscape beyond his window, Marcus turned to look at his elder sister, Sophie, who stood at the entryway of the house.""If you want to say goodbye to Mom and Dad before they go for work, that's OK.""Following his sister down the stairs, Marcus nodded and risked a short glimpse back at his sister through the open window. A coat had been slung over his shoulders, and his mother was applying lipstick at the front door. As she looked in the mirror, she saw Sophie and Marcus coming down from the reflection. She grinned.'I haven't seen you since the early hours of the morning. ""Can you tell me what my little bee has been up to?"" Marcus thought her voice sounded phoney. It caused his insides to twitch.

I walked into the front door and locked it behind me, keeping the cold chill out. To go into the shower, I hurriedly opened the glass door and went into the shower while still fully clad in my clothes. The water had seeped through my clothing, and I had to undress down to my underwear. I went to the store and bought a bar of lavender-scented soap since I couldn't determine whether I should wash or burn the clothing I'd found. As I scraped my hands over the water, the water became a lovely, sudsy pink. I stood there and watched the gory run-off circle the drainage pipe.My thoughts began to clarify as the water began to recede. As soon as I came down from my adrenaline high, I set about making a strategy. After my shower, I'd put my clothing in a bag and toss them in the trash. Trash collection would take place in the morning, and then they'd be gone for good. As soon as I was certain that every single trace of blood splatter had been removed from my body, I walked outside and dried off. I threw on my sweatpants and went to the office.

A book that contains heartfelt emotions about life through the eyes and words of the author. It's a multilingual book with quips in both Hindi and English.