A Pure Home

By G.M.

"Like every other home, it has its own secrets. Like every other home, there are lies and deceits crawling around. And just like every other home, there's always a hidden story."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing India
• Release date: Aug 31, 2015
• ISBN: 9781482847444

G.M.

A born and raised Saudi, G.M. grew up in one of the most strangest societies in the world. In such a society, G.M. hid behind writing and found it as an escape from the world. In writing, G.M. found solace and comfort.

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Contents

Smoke

Glass

Bows

Generation Nothing

Born

Paradise

Stars

Art

Play

Human

To society,

to all those living in this city.

You reap what you sow.

Acknowledgements

G ratitude and thankfulness are hard things to measure, especially to those who mean so much to you. However, I must write them out for the people who deserve them.

To my best friends, N, A, and M, thank you for your ears, your gracious hearts, and your understanding. Thank you for all the times you had to put up with me. I would have lost my mind if it weren’t for you three. Sorry for the times I annoyed you about reading the stories. I love you all.

To the greatest manager and friend anyone could ever ask for, F, you are truly one of a kind. I know I drove you crazy from time to time, so thank you for your immeasurable patience.

As ridiculous as this sounds, I’d like to acknowledge the characters in my head. Thank you, all, for without you keeping me up so late at night, I wouldn’t have managed to make you surface on these pages.

Finally, to my mother, father, brother, and sister—my family—thank you for supporting me, for holding me when I cried, and for making me laugh when I needed to. I am blessed to have you all in my life. Also, stop asking me when I’ll finish this because I have already done it!

Prologue

R iyadh, the capital city of Saudi Arabia, is a place where over five million people reside; a city of traffic-filled streets, angry drivers, and passengers alike; a city that possesses little to no sidewalks on the roads. It’s hot and dry all around the year, with only a few weeks of winter. It’s a city where sandstorms are common and rain is rare. As a city of white and black with a little bit of beige all around, it possesses two skyscrapers and has mosques scattered around it in every corner.

Home. It’s also known as home.

It’s the home to all—the young and the old, students and teachers, employees and employers, children and their parents. It’s a safe haven for the refugees that seek comfort and for immigrants that seek a new home. It’s also a home to embassies of the world and their delegates.

It’s simply home.

Like every other home, it has its own secrets. Like every other home, there are lies and deceits crawling around. And just like every other home, there’s always a hidden story. Some of them are regarded as lies due to their astonishing details, some are unspoken of because of taboo, and the rest haven’t even seen the light yet.

Riyadh—it’s the home to sinners, thieves, rapists, and abusers; home to those who are around drugs, whether they deal in it