Letters To My Palestinian Neighbor Novels & Stories

for the entire year, I still snuck granola bars into his desk when he wasn't looking. Now, I sit here at my work desk, waiting for Nancy to come in and ask what I am doing. Usually it wouldn’t bother me because I would simply answer, “doing my work”, but today I am sitting in front of an empty white piece of paper wondering how personal I should get in my next letter reply to Joel. On one hand, it would feel so freeing to finally open up and be able to be myself without judgment but on the other hand, how much can I really trust a prisoner, a felon who’s been locked away for years. But then again, how much can I really trust anyone these days. Maybe the fact that he has been locked away wou

I wondered. I walked slowly towards the window with my arms wrapped around me. I grabbed the window handles to pull them back to close it but I stopped midway when I noticed the lights next door. Who could that be? The house beside us was empty for over a year. I squinted and could actually see the inside of the room through the window adjoining mine. Like seriously, I could strangle the guy who constructed these houses like that. So damn close! Anyway, we finally got some new neighbours. What an odd time to move in though, I couldn't help but think. I just hope they would be nice. My parents could have some pals.

It might look strange to his eyes due to the unusual start of our meeting. “Good afternoon, Mr. Bambang.” I greet him. “Aren’t you the rude new neighbor?” Bambang spontaneously asked. To my surprise, he unknowingly labeled me a rude new neighbor. Happy Reading You will always be in my heart. Whether or not I have you by my side, but I will continue to hope here until I can no longer wish. - Apple Leaf

I ran to the drawer where her letters were, opened it and picked up the letters. The first one that I picked was her resignation letter. I put it on the table and picked the second letter, the one she wrote to me. I tore the envelope hurriedly and brought out the letter Dear Lexi, How are you? I hope you are doing great. The last time that I asked you such a question was like a thousand years ago. That is what it feels like. Even though you consider me your enemy, I still consider you my best friend because you're my best friend and you will always be my best friend.

I ran to the drawer where her letters were, opened it and picked up the letters. The first one that I picked was her resignation letter. I put it on the table and picked the second letter, the one she wrote to me. I tore the envelope hurriedly and brought out the letter Dear Lexi, How are you? I hope you are doing great. The last time that I asked you such a question was like a thousand years ago. That is what it feels like. Even though you consider me your enemy, I still consider you my best friend because you're my best friend and you will always be my best friend.

We do not know what he is planning, but this, combined with how you were followed on your way to visit us, makes it clear that he is planning something. If you hear anything, please let us know. We will do the same. I am here if ever you need a friend. Best wishes, Luna Amirah It was my first time signing my name as luna. It felt fitting that this letter should be addressed to the luna who’d taught me everything I know.

“I have come to peace with the fact that you are never going to reply to any of my notes. Although they seem more like letters with how long they are. I swear I try to shorten them every single time, but the words just keep flowing. Look, I’m doing it even now. Please do tell me if the letters I’m sending seem too medieval for you. I promise to look for another way to pass my message to you then. Although I doubt you’ll ever reply to me. But I like to think that you actually read my notes, Leah. I hope you really do.

“Want to talk about it?” I glanced at him, debating whether to share. Aaron had been a good neighbor—kind, thoughtful, always offering a helping hand when I needed it—but we didn’t know each other well enough for me to burden him with my messy thoughts. Still, something about him made it easy to let my guard down. “Someone I care about wrote me a letter,” I admitted. “And it’s… complicated.” “Ah.” He nodded knowingly. “Letters are tricky things. Words on paper can say everything you want to hear, but they also leave you with too much space to think.”

It seemed like our rivalry would never end. But then, something unexpected happened. One day, I received a letter in the mail with a home address for her, I guess. I opened it and was surprised to find that it was from Maisie. The letter wasn't filled with insults and jabs like normal, but I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of emotion. The letter wasn't about me being an ass or how shit she hoped my day went; it stated that she enjoys our conversations and that it makes her day when she receives a letter from me. It was like a challenge, and I couldn't resist responding like always.

I marched all the way to the room, dumping myself in the bed and cradling my phone in my hand. After months of being without one, it was finally in my hands, and my excitement was off the roof. Before I could do anything, the message notification lit up my phone, and I smiled as I read it. Handsome would-not-be neighbor: Hello, did you get home well? Me: Yes, I did. Thank you so much for today. Handsome would-not-be neighbor: I should be thanking you; you are a sport to be with. Me: I try my best.