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i tried a lot to get an answer for this for my bro.
but nothing turns up
is there any creative people who an help me in this?

tanx
tom

2006-11-27 23:41:54 · 2 answers · asked by rEmo 1 in Arts & Humanities Books & Authors

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not sure if you're trying to source a previously written short story which ends with those words or if you want somebody to make up a story which ends with those words?

2006-11-27 23:46:54 · answer #1 · answered by MissRemorse 2 · 0 0

PURDAH





She lay on the dusty ground, now deserted, tear stains marking her fair cheeks. Her black garment was brown with the dust, but the veil still covered her face. A metre away from her lay the motionless body of another woman, her sister, bruised and beaten, without a sign of life. She could see her face, still cringing in agony, as the stones had come raining on her helpless body tied to the mast. The stones came from the dust, the dust, which had come in hordes to watch the life of innocence being snatched away, and then the dust had gone just like it had come, while she cried. The face was blank now, and very pale, the same face which had caused all this. She was walking in the market, when the wind had blown, blown her mask of the world away, shown her radiance to them. She ran to grab it, but it flew on, carried on the wind like a bird, wanting to escape from the world. And they chased her, and caught her; a crime had been committed, against their religion. This called for a greater crime, it was written. So she was dragged to the ground, and the stones lay there, beckoning. They were already red, but she couldn't see. The dust was already around her. It was a breach of custom. No, she could not have shown her face; they cried, no. And the stones rained. Her sister came running through the dust, ran from person to person, stone to stone, but still the stones rained. And she cried. The night came, she slept on the dry ground, while her sister slept elsewhere, not on this dusty Earth. They came in the morning, not the same dust, but her friends and relatives. No tears remained, no blood. "Cover her face", she said gently.















Mehul Malik

Dehradun, India

October 2001

2006-11-28 08:46:54 · answer #2 · answered by oldhippypaul 6 · 0 0

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