"Baba, when I saw this vision of beauty, I felt a thump in my chest as if my heart had dropped to my feet……... I could feel my heart pulsating without even a beat. I was numb, Baba; I was numb”. Badu could see that Batoor had slipped back into his memories….
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Then she opened up her blond hair letting it float on his exposed torso partly covering his face as she moved her lips down onto his face stroking it gently with smooth episodic slips. …. The mild squeeze of her thighs on his hips spread pleasurable bands all over causing fervent tremors in his tense muscles. Drunk with the passionate desire, he watched her rosy skin reveal itself as the silky blouse slid slowly off her shoulders……...
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The journey started again. The reddish hallow at the horizon was clearing the fading darkness. Now he could see the vast endless dry mountains with uneven hilltops and asymmetrical dales….It was a trackless region where losing direction would have been as easy as vanishing in the vastly spread and wavy surface of the sea.
This was Tora Bora.
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“Sheikh Osama, I don’t make assumptions.” …….“What I said is based on historical facts. What have Arabs done for any Islamic cause until now? That is, apart from swelling their pockets …..” He was looking into Osama’s eyes. ….“Go back to where you came from. Afghanistan is not the place for washing dirty linen, ……..
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The news brought up the fading face of Jessica to the surface. Now Batoor realized how much he missed her and how she had never been out of his loving heart….He got up and moved slowly to the bathroom,….
I can’t take it anymore.
He shambled.
I can’t live anymore.
He shuffled.
I don’t want to live anymore.
He hobbled.