Sahara Ajar Novels & Stories

N'DJAMENA, CHAD. "I won't argue with you on that seeing I'm starving and peckish, for money. But, I don't think you have enough to offer me now so I suggest you keep your mouth sealed." Suhayr lectured to Sa'eed who could only place his right hand under the right side of his cheek grazing his little gruff by the side in thought, tickling his palm in process.

I couldn't stop screaming, maybe I would get an answer. "Agatha, I was sent by God to convey to you about the black book agreement written on the red moon pack. Let me introduce myself as Sahira. I was indeed sent by God. You may not believe it. But I brought you to this dark place so that you believe I'm not an ordinary creature. You could say I'm an angel who will guide you to take care of all your affairs." Sahira? I've never even heard that name before. "Eh, what do you really want? I've had enough and return to my world!"

“How did you grow all this so fast?” “Advanced growth hormones,” Sara said as she led them down a path, voice slipping into the rhythm of someone used to explaining complex things simply. “We’ve been developing them for drought zones—Sahara, Sahel. The strain adapts to hostile conditions and hits maturity in four days.” Tom angled a brow. “You a biologist?” “Actually, yes.”

Morocco had a time difference, being five hours ahead of New York. *** Asahd looked out the window, from his first-class seat, down at the city of New York. He smiled to himself. He sure had a lot of plans for that busy city and promised to accomplish every single plan of his. Or so he thought. “It looks great from up here,” Saïda whispered to her father, looking out her window. “And big,” Djafar replied, reading a magazine. “Yeah, kind of scary. I do hope we adapt without issues,” she admitted. “Hopefully, nothing will go wrong.”

So she simply picked Sunshine up by her hand and gave her two big noogies on each side of her head. Naraja rubbed the back of his neck while chuckling at Teresa and Sunshine as they were now in their own little world, but only because Sunshine had to be reprimanded for her small actions of a child, but yet rude in the end. Naraja was now starting to come down off of his laughter and to terms with everyone here and how they were as people. As human beings. Even if he didn’t know all the answers right now for himself and this place, he at least had these people right in front of him to help him find the “Red Book Of Memories”.... Whatever the hell that means.

I might faint because the weather is too hot. Since it was too hot, I decided to rest under a big tree. Ah, it feels really good, very cool especially when the wind hits your face. I was surprised, the strange lecturer was already beside me sitting with his eyes closed just like I did. "Mr. Ali? Why are you here?" The first question for the lecturer sucks. "Just call me Safar, at least I feel a little younger than if you call me Pak Ali Lecturer who is annoying, weird, and definitely a flat, flat."

Sahara entered carrying a single plate and a set of utensils. She carefully placed them in front of him. Scrambled eggs. Toast. Fresh fruit. And a steaming cup of coffee. She smiled politely. "Breakfast is ready." Then she remained standing beside the table. Leaf frowned. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked. Sahara blinked in confusion. Her green eyes widened slightly as she studied him. "What do you mean?" Leaf gestured toward the empty chair. "Why aren't you sitting down?" A faint smile appeared on her lips.

​The "Sahara Seed" did not grow with the patient, measured pace of an oak or a pine. Driven by the "Celestial Echo" and anchored in the "Negative Space" of the obsidian pillar, it expanded with the predatory speed of a crystal formation. Within seventy-two hours of the first sprout, the Eye of the Sahara was no longer a barren bullseye of sand and silica. It had become a Bioluminescent Jungle.

"You don't have to pay. If Max recommended me I have to do it for free. He is my friend anyway. Do you want coffee?" "No, but thanks." The two were silent for a while. Later, Buja made coffee while Thurstin fixed the leg of the chair I was sitting on. I was aware of Thurstin's presence because he was kneeling by my side but I didn't show it. "Coffee is very expensive here in Sahara," said Buja. "Why?" I will ask. "It's because of the Moroccan Government controlling the importation. If only SADR interferes." "SADR?" answered Thurstin.

I'm so afraid! Sahara barely paid any attention to the post. It just looks like Hilda is just running out of bullets to fight me with. That day, Sahara was back in Damien's Technology. After she managed to rebuild her reputation and retrieve her good name, she also managed to improve the public's impression of Damien's Technology. The company began to receive more and more orders, their factories had to rush for production, and product sales were seeing a large improvement.