Omani Saleem

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

Stories (7)

7 Stories

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“My hearts a maze ” by Omani Saleem

we are the Abadi family ‘we fight for love’. Mama thinks it’s a blessing, she says we make our love eternal by fighting for it. My elder brother khalid thinks it’s a curse, he says he can’t be bothered. I think he says that because it sounds cool, deep down he’s just as mushy as the rest of us. We are the Abadi family we fight for love, each one of us, it doesn’t come to us easily, we don’t just bump into strangers and fall in love. We don’t know who we will fall in love with, and if we do know the person, we don’t know we’ll fal...

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“Murder At The Circus ” by Omani Saleem

Submitted to Contest #66

Day one at the circus.There’s been a murder, at the circus.The circus looks faded and slightly deflated in the morning light as if the night stole some of its glamour.The tents are striped black and red, a few chickens run around in mad circles looking for food, in the distance a women is hanging up washing on a washing line. I cannot see any body else but I can hear lots of voices coming from the biggest tent at the far side of the field. It must be the dining tent; I can smell chicken and oil from that direction.The tent I’m supposed to ap...

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“Orange and spice” by Omani Saleem

Submitted to Contest #61

There’s a short sharp pain on my hand as an oil splash lands on my skin. Breaking me out of my thoughts. I look down at the pan of chips I am frying. They are starting to burn, the edges turning brown. This is not good; I'm going to be in so much trouble. I quickly take the pan off the fire and start scooping the chips out of the pan with the spatula in my hand. I put it on a plate, and then I look up at the clock. Its eight o clock, I'm late. I rush around the kitchen setting plates and cups on four different trays, I set the glass cup with...

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“Remember?” by Omani Saleem

Submitted to Contest #55

“She’s mad” the milkmen whisper, “killed her husband!” the women gossip, “run away” the children scream.Delilah rani has been used to comments like these for years, comments she knows are lies. She did not kill her husband, the court did not find her guilty. But it seems like this town always will.3 years ago, on the morning of the first day of summer, Delilah rani was seen running out of her house at full speed, her clothes were the same red color as the color of the red stains on her hands, it didn’t take a genius to figure out she was cov...

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“If I Could Go Back To The Day You Left” by Omani Saleem

Submitted to Contest #54

'Mama if not for you whose others loving arms would I fall into.' Today is mama's birthday,would have been mama's birthday.today I decided to return to the house of my childhood, the house of regrets. I don't know exactly why I want to go back, maybe I just want a reminder of the love I once had, maybe I want the ice around my heart to be warmed by regret. I want to remember what it feels like to have a heart that is not made of stone.if only I could go back and flip the way things turned out, the way I turned out, id make sure to show my h...

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“Till death do us apart.” by Omani Saleem

lizzah, age 19"its life" people say "take what you get". sometimes people don't get to choose what they take.i watch as hakeem struggles but fails to keep his popsicle from melting. i cant let him get his shirt stained, so i roll my eyes and pull myself away from the beanie i was sitting on,i have to help him, i had just taken a break for 4 minutes, but i guess life thought that was too long for me.i reach towards him to gently take the popsicle away and i cant help but smile he has his tongue all the way out and he is trying as hard as he c...

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“On The Outskirts Of Syria” by Omani Saleem

Submitted to Contest #51

lailah steps tentatively over the rocks blocking her way and she looks up at the place she once called home.Her heart feels like a bouncing stone inside her chest and her throat has suddenly Become dry, she doesn't know how her legs are still moving, because At the sight of the soft blue house, the flowers, the swings her mind seemed to have disconnected from her body. Her mind has gone back to a time when she was 5 and carefree she is remembering the feel of the wind in her hair as she kicked off the ground and flew on those swings, the fee...

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Author bio

Let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences. — Sylvia Plath (I am definitely someone who loves a good quote) I don’t really know what else to say, but I guess my stories will give you more in-depth of who I am better then this bio. So please go check those out 😊. Every like means so much, and I’d really love to find out what you think about the stories, so don’t forget to comment. Also I’m terrible at punctuation so please bear with that, I am trying to get better. :)