Letters To My Palestinian Neighbor Novels & Stories

Otherwise, just looking at you people will ruin my health! "Since we're neighbors, let's forget the money. All you need to do is come over every day and prostrate at my door, wishing me a long life. That's the only way I'll let you all survive living across from me!" Nicole's family almost lost it. They spammed the group with insults like "vixen" and "tramp" and sent both voice messages and long texts, as if I'd dug up their family's graves. But I didn't care what they were sending. I just replied with a "Wow, so impressive" meme.

More couples are dancing to the slow rhythm, some are on their tables eating with their loved ones, and sone arer just watching but you can see how genuine their happiness is. I silently sat down in the corner and quietly reading the letters. Each word that I read just give off magic. It has something between the lines and how the words are being gathered, and how each portrays eternal feeling of relief. But,there's this one letter that has no name writen on it. It's a light brown paper with some dried petals on the front page. I opened it and it made me stop breathing for seconds. It says: To my moon. I love you the most.

How am I going to face this cruel world when my best friend, best buddy and my love left me alone? " Hi Dylan? How are you up there? Are you having fun? are you watching me right now?" I looked stupid talking to myself while reminiscing our memories I sat near his tombstone and opened the last letter he gave me, the memories we had still haunts me every day and night, I know it's been 2 years but I still can't remove him in my heart To my one and only Joash

No letters. I sigh in disappointment. None from Koko or Maisie. None from Uncle Fern, who goes by Joe Roberts now, my 17-year-old pen pal from California (at least that's what I plan to tell Mom if she ever catches me with his letters). I wonder what the old coot is doing now and if he ever receive my rant about the stunt he pulled on me and David that day. Sending a van full of gangsters against two high schoolers? That was low, even for him. "See? She checks the mailbox. I didn't even know people still had a mailbox." I start at the sound of a voice behind me. My initial surprise turns into a scowl as I realize who it is.

Now, I started to imagine how does Nathalie Fisher look like. When I got the chance to study the letter for a few seconds, I realized that the handwriting was not from my Papa. Not from Mama. Neither is my eight-year-old brother. Am not sure if it was a perfect time to celebrate but it was undeniable that the letter gives me hope. That someone from those huge islands around us has certainly heard my call.

I will only like you as a friend when you change your ways. Yours sincerely, Zainab Abdulkareem. "Perfect." Maryam said. Wait, hold on a second." She then started writing a letter to Abba. When she was done, they put the papers inside their lockers and headed to the field.

I told Matteo I’d keep it alive just long enough to forget it was ever poisonous which got him laughing. In the sixth month, I got a postcard without a return address. It carried just a single sentence: You chose peace, don't forget why you had to. I burned it without telling Matteo. Some shadows can't be killed but they can be ignored instead…at least long enough to grow roots. In the seventh month, we hosted a dinner. We invited two neighbors, a retired French teacher, and a florist with shaky hands. No one asked about our past. They asked about the dog, about my drawings, about the basil on the table.

Very soon, I’ll gather the courage to come to you. In the same envelope was a photo of Derel smiling brightly. *Seeing you today, playing basketball was too much for my heart. Each time you threw the ball into the hoop, you threw love into my heart.* Read another note from a different envelope. In that too, was a photo of Derel playing basketball. *I really like you, but I’m too scared to meet you. You might not like me.* *Do you mind if we’re friends? Can I send a letter to you everyday?*

The last ten years have been nothing but painful without you. I do not want to write a long letter to you as there is a lot you must know but please I want you to believe what you read next. Kierra, you have to be careful. You are living with the enemy! Yours sincerely, Anonymous