Safina and the Mistry box
By: S.M Abdi
Safina was like any other girl. She lived alone after working for three years straight when she reached eighteen she had begged her mom and dad to finally let her move in a place of her own. They were totally against it but she refused to be one of those muslim girls that had to raised my her parents and once she came of age she had to move in right a way with her husband. She didn’t want be like that out her controlling parents roof and into her husband house that was not how she rolled. She wanted to experience things. Have fun first.
DingDong someone rang the door bell
When she opened the door their was no one their just black box. She looked around but outside was quite like always in the morning kids were either in school or sleeping in be around this time.
She pick up the box and shock it a little. It was very light almost as if their was nothing in the box. But their had to be something inside of it because no one was stupid enough to pack an empty box and mail it to her it would be stupid. Then again they would do that as prank but who would she was new to the neighborhood no one new her that well to do that. She saw her name and address on the box but their was no sender. She put the box on table and went to kitchen and got water to drink. Her laptop was still on the counter from last night. Looking at it she still had homework to do for school. She got a knife and drank the water and came back to the living room and looked at the box the table. Debating rather she should open it.
It had her name and address but she still felt uncomfortable opening a box without a sender. What if their was something creepy in it. What she hated in world was creepy things in closed boxes.
she got closer to the box and place the knife on top of of tape line and started to open very slowly. The next she nows a pie pop right of out of it into her face.
“Oh. Shit!” she said out loud standing up as the pie drop to the floor. She wipe her face and with her hands and looked in the box in it she saw a pink phone with a video recording her friend Zeenat
“Welcome to the Neighborhood!” she said in the video.
“Zeenat,” Safi said sighing. “I should have known. Even when your not here you are somehow behind it all.” She chuckled a little and smiled and started cleaning.
Sin City
The sun was high in the sky; it was hot as any day in the desert, not a car in sight or a city close by. Forget about sin city; there wasn't a shade close by to get away from heat for a while.
"How the hell did I get myself in this situation?" Wondered Sim.
The last thing she would remember was that she was sitting in front of the tv watching to a commercial about Vegas Casino and the next her boyfriend of two years kicking her out of the apartment. Telling her that he is breaking up with her.
"We have been together for two years. And for the past year, you have been laid form six jobs where you haven't gotten paid at all. I feel like we are a married couple where you just stay at home and watch Tv and do nothing. While I work my butt off to provide for us. I mean, look around when was the last time you actually went out and did something," her boyfriend said.
You'd think he would give her a heads up about kicking her out, but no. He just packed her suitcase and threw her on the road like used clothes and slammed the door on her face.
So here she was in the middle of nowhere walking to Vegas as if it was right across from her house. She should have thought this through before she started this whole fiasco. Vegas wasn't a convenience store she could just walk to. She should have only booked a flight ticket to get there, but then again she hasn't worked for the past year at all, so she had no money at all.
"Com' on Sim, you can do this. There's no room for regrets think of this as a long journey for self-discovery," she said. "Think of all the fun you'll have once you settled yourself well in Sin city and how much fun people will have when they know your name is actually Sim and you live in Sin City. And they would ask were your parents in the right state of mind when they gave you such a name," she mumbled.
Sim looked ahead of herself for a moment, her vision blurred, and all she could see for a moment were the bright lights of Vegas, and then it was gone. At that time, the image seemed so real that she could almost taste in her mouth.
She looked behind her once more and saw her salvation. Their it was. It was her favorite color as a paint job, Red. It was a washed-out red. But the Red was red. And had worn out wheels for tires that looked worn and about to fall off. Sim waved at the truck driver as it drew closer to her and stopped right in front of her. She whistled once she got a good look at the driver. The truck itself was screaming for a makeover with its tire, but the driver looked like a Greek god that just came from Olympus. He was drop-dead gorgeous; if he turned out to be a murdering psychopath, she dies a happy girl.
The driver rolled down the passenger door and asked: "Where to?"
"Vegas," Sim answered a little too excited. She was screaming a little in her mind; he had a Texas accent that was to die for Sim had a thang for Texas accent.
"Well, hop in, I'm heading there," he said.
"Thank you," she said. As she threw her bag in the back of the truck and hopped in in the passenger seat, and the driver started driving off.
"So what your name?" he asked.
"Sim," she answered. And the driver just looked at her funny and chuckled.
"I'm sorry what?" he asked.
"My name is Sim."
He whistled and said, "Well, Sim in Sin City. you going to be a blast for the people there,"
"Yeah, know. Strange and I swear parents said they were in the right state of mind; they gave me that name. The Doctor even testified on that I have a written testimony to prove it," she said.
"I'm sure you do. Well, my name is Trevor," he said. "And as you can tell folks were just normal folks unlike yours,"
"Hey. My folks are as just as normal as yours. They just had a unique way of naming their kids' strange names," she said. Whiling wonder if Trevor would be okay having being named after Zeus, Poseidon, or Hades for a nickname.
Maybe I should wait for a little and give a nickname to him after I get to know him a little longer. But on the other hand, when we get married, I am so giving our kids the names Aphrodite, Artemis, Athena, Apollo, and Persephone. Ares is a no go, our son might just get over his head and start a war or try to take over the world that would be troublesome. But then again, if he had anger issues, I might just make it is nickname Ares, the god of war. She thought.
"What are you think about?" he asks.
"Nothing important," she squeaks, afraid that he had mind-reading abilities and read her thoughts.
The metal glistened under the front porch's light. At first, her hand was shaking. Sweat formed in her hands as she pointed the gun out in the dark knight. It fit perfectly in her hands. Thump-Thump, thump-thump. She breathed in and out. Waiting. The houses whined in the burn, and yet the barn was closed and locked. The pigs began to cry. She turned towards them gun pointed in their direction. She moved slowly towards. The animals were usually sleeping around this time. Something was wrong. She felt it in her guts; she just didn't know what it was.
"Mommy," her daughter called behind her. She stopped and looked behind to see her daughter standing in front of the door, holding her teddy bear.
"Hey, sweetie," she said. "why are you out, bed?"
"I should be asking you that."
"they're restless," the mother said, looking at the burn.
"maybe there are wolfs in the area," Daughter said. The mother looked around the farm squatting at every dark area; her eyes landed on waiting as if she expect something to jump out. Only see nothing. "the sheep and cows are quite."
"yes, they are." mother said. "That may be because whatever got the horses and the pigs up didn't come through that area of the farm." She walked back to her daughter, and took her hand, walked back into her house.
"I'm thirsty," she said.
"Alright. Water first then off to bed for you, lady."
"Yes, Ma'am," she said.
The mother stopped in her tracks as she looked behind her. The animals started whining again. "Something is out there," she said. "But what…" she heard the wolfs howl next. She put down her daughter and ran back to the door and locked it.
"Aren't you going back?" her daughter asked.
"Too dangerous," mother answered. "It's probably a pack out there."
"But what about the animals?" she asked.
"Sweetie, your mom might be brave and ready to face the world." The mother said. "but she not that brave or stupid enough to go out there and face a pack of wolfs alone."
"Right." The daughter nodded her head, agreeing with her mother. "Let's wake dad up." The mother moaned.
"but he sleeps like a log," mother said.
"Yes, he does." She said. "forget wolfs even earthquake wouldn't wake him up." The mother gave her daughter you of water.
"Drink up, and then it's off to bed for you," she said.
The mother poured water in another cup and took her daughter by the hand. Once she was done drinking, she started taking her to her room with a cup of water in her other hand.
"whose that other cup for?" she asked.
"For your father," she answered. "He'd want to drink some water once I wake him up." The mother smiled.
The daughter looked at her mother and rolled her eyes. "Can I watch?"
"No, you may not," mother said, opening to her daughter's door.