The white boy's neighborhood
At about 4 pm, the neighborhood was quiet, there was no movement of any kind. She was a beautiful girl, chocolate color, tall, with a beautiful face, a long, beautiful nose, so sharp that you couldn't see her big, big eyes, designed like fish eyes, white as milk with long eyelashes like those of a person with eyelashes. Her mouth was a little small, just like her face. Her soft pink lips, her lips were shaped like a heart. She had black, soft eyelashes lying on the sides of her soft cheeks. Her soft, curly black hair was straight on her forehead like that of an Arab. She had pointed toes with kunba (nails) as white as milk. She was wearing a pink blouse and gown, which was very beautiful. She wore a small black hijab on her head. She was no more than 13 years old. At one glance, you would know that she had come out of a holiday home with joy, but her face was covered with dried tears, as if she had just cried. She holds a matchstick in her hand, her beautiful feet are wearing beautiful flat shoes, and her hijab is really beautiful. If I were to stop and describe the beauty of this girl to you, we would have to spend the night together, because she would meet me anywhere.
She got off the road she was walking on, crossed into a corner, and continued walking, staggering, as if she was tired.
Just as she was about to enter a room, a young man said, "Sex me, girl." She turned around and saw him sitting in his car with the door open and his legs hanging out. She felt like she shouldn't go, but then she remembered her mother's words when she said, "It's not good to humiliate a human being because you never know where you'll meet him next." Remembering that made her sigh and frown.
When she saw the back of the car, she stopped with a loud voice and said, "Look here," she said, her heart racing. He got out of the car, turned east, turned west, and the alley was quiet. He quickly took out a handkerchief from his pocket and slapped her in the face. She was about to collapse from the heat. He gathered her and pushed her into the car, went into the front yard, started the car at full speed, and came out of the alley and headed for the road. He was running so fast that he felt like he was going to fly. There were three children in the back of the car, including her, all four of them unconscious, and all of them were women.
The Nigerian clock struck 4:30pm.
The house is a small house with a small entrance, you wouldn't call it a poor house, nor would you call it a rich house, it would be part of a row of houses with secret roofs, but every corner of the house is beautiful and well-designed. There are two rooms in the house, and a small kitchen in the middle of the house on the left side, and a toilet on the right side, the house has a small courtyard.
A beautiful woman is sitting in the middle of the house on a mat, you can see her body resting on her feet, she is looking for rice in the middle of the house, you can see how she is looking for rice on the floor, she is not able to do it, she is wearing a black lace dress with a red stripe on her hands and neck, she is wearing a very beautiful and expensive gold necklace, she is a first class beauty, in a cold voice she raised her head and said "Jehan!! Jehan!!!" from inside the room a loud voice answered "yes Mum" "Come and check on Rimsha, she has been out buying matches for a while and she has not come back, you know, she does not know the way very well, hurry up so we can find her and we can cook this evening, she is very good" "Mum, I am really tired yesterday, we went to the shop with her and I showed her the way, you can't help but think that she has to figure out the way on her own, I did not find her and she did not come back home" she said in English and finished
