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Thursday, 13 August 2009

o If I say your speech moved tears into my eyes, you do not believe me, because I'm a whore. I thought you were like other men; you rejected my offer; I am glad you did so; I have seen few good men like you; I do respect you, Sir. I have nothing to lose. I do not have any education or skill. The only asset I have had is my dwindling body. I am remorseful. I believe you should kill me, but I do not have the gut to face death. I wish you could encourage me to do so; I don't wanno live; no more; no more. I am very sorry for late Yusef. I allured him. I promised to sleep with him in the tent on his boss's sheepskin bed. I did not fulfill my promise. I wish he was alive so that I could make it up to him. Sir Major, you did not take my money, but I have some cash in my purse. May I offer the money I have recently received from this man and you take it to Yusef's closest kin? Sir Major, I am already dead. Put me to sleep and take my life. I do not ask for a 3rd alternative.

Silence fell upon the cave. It was Major who broke it when he said:

I have reasons not believe you, but I choose to do so. Keep your money. Yusef did not leave any kin behind. Her sister, my mother, does not need your money. She supported him while he was alive. I kicked you men in the stomach to feel what Yusef felt at the hand of this man. If Yusef had not forgiven this man, I would have kicked him, too. But he is excused. He lost his sheep; he suffered a lot, too; I agree. Now, the money you have had on you shall go to this man. I do not need your money. However, I am not yet finished with my revenge. Here is my reconsidered verdict:
(To be continued)

The story above is a satire or parody. It is entirely fictitious.

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