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When Ali could not find a way of publishing his writing, when all doors seemed closed before him, he still knew that deep inside he could not give up.

“Why don't I try to write in English or another language” he thought; as this may have helped him be heard.

They denied him due to his country. He wished so much to find someone who understood the English language that would read his stories; as he did not have even one reader within that narrow field. His English was fair, although he needed to find some patient and helpful one to assist in his work.

A friend of Ali’s advised him to try out the chat rooms on the internet, where people can make friendships with others of similar interests. Maybe he would meet the one who could help with his work.

“You just need not be yourself," explained his friend who has great experience in chat rooms. Some pretending may get you a little further,” he added” “It is an imaginary world in where everyone tries to find satisfaction, although not realizing just how false it is. although it will open you up to meeting more people and increase your chances of assistance with your works.”

When he entered the net café he was shocked by all those who were sitting before computers; and low and behold who should be seated in the café but the most hated face of all, Fadel the rapist.

This hated man who had been imprisoned for three years had done so for the heinous crime of raping an innocent child. When he got out of prison, he found himself at the age of 45 years old. He was without love or marriage, his diseased mind had cost him his dreams and he was the most defamed among people. Ali wished to look at his screen and tell the girl who was chatting with him how ugly and bad natured he was” but he stopped. "No, that's not what I come here for" he thought. Ali felt helpless about his situation in life and finding the help he so desperately needed still seemed so far out of reach.

Ali had come here also like many others, to find another way.

It took Ali a long time to find a friend. And when he found one, much time would pass before he should discover the most important thing, everyone there was trying to find his own fake world and only a few of them were true or doing something real. Most of them were lonely and poor souls who were trying to find their dream here, as the real life they felt had ignored them. Everyone here is not himself somehow; Everything is artificial and untrue, Even the language they use is summed up. Nothing is real here.”

“Everyone is too busy to correct another’s stories.” Ali thought to himself

As chance would have it, he happened to meet the truest one that he had yet found on the immense web. She was so kind, as kindness should be; but always under stress and full of fear. Ali’s stories were fleeting thoughts in front of the complete companion he found within her. Somehow he felt that she was also in need of him. She was him, in another part of the world that she understands him as if they have known each other since along ago. She used to write ,but she lacks the courage to show others her writing. She was a married woman and adored her husband very much. No wonder, as he has got the same great soul.

As for the stories he presented to her, she corrected them to perfection and he could submit them now to anyone. Translated in English although incomplete, Ali entered the net cafe unaware of the fact that the help he had been receiving and the friendship he had made was about to sadly end. The husband had requested that his wife stop talking to Ali. As she respected her husband’s wishes, she did as he asked. Without asking why, he accepted her decision and did not badger her to keep the sweet memories; one of the lessons Ali had learned in life was to say goodbye when you should say goodbye. Ali’s heart fell to the ground and he was now once again in search of someone to assist with completing his work. Where was he going to find the person he needed so badly?

Ali went back to his loneliness and silly roaming; trying to fill the hole in which he felt again, empty from losing his special friend.

As days went by ,Ali returned to the net cafe when in walked Fadel.

"Ali, come here please, I found what you are looking for," said the pervert with a smile of his yellow stained teeth. “. She will help you to correct your poor English!” Fadel exclaimed breaking out in screaming laughter.

When he was sitting before Fadel’s monitor, he was shocked by the display that Fadel had up on the screen. It was a very large penis, and a nickname; both of them were false. The big pink manhood was stolen from a sexual site and enlarged through artistic and powerful computer photo enhancement programs. The display did not include a face, just the big manhood.

"Did she see that?" Ali wondered aloud "Yes! what brought her here, if not that great attraction.” said Fadel.

Ali sat in a chair beside Fadel and started chatting to the complete stranger. His first question was "Did you like it?" "Yes I told you it is wonderful.” She said boldly.

"Start it man, don't waste our time" demanded the sodomite, Fadel.

"I would ravish you from top to toe" she said seductively.

"Tell her I'm in the Italian Navy and we are in the middle of the Red Sea right now.” stated Fadel. "Women like the Italian Navy" he added. In his youth, Fadel worked on a ship and he wished to be in the Navy one day,but that dream was also divasted because of his dirty manner.

“Will you correct the story?” Wrote Ali. “Yes I told you I am at your service.” She responded seductively. “Send it even in Arabic if you want.”

When she said that Ali began to wonder which story he should send to her. He decided to choose the deepest and most difficult one to translate as she wouldn translate from Arabic. He sent her the Mud story.

“You have started to piss me off!” the horny Fadel impatiently proclaimed. “I don't want to do that”. Said Ali. “Do it!!!” He angrily demanded of Ali or you can forget the story, Mr. Perfection”.

Reluctantly, Ali began the sexual dialogue with the woman. He could not prevent himself. Both sides of him, his carnal side and his values were at war; and the morals are the first thing to leave in tests.

He started the game with feelings of disgust. He hated the beginning, but the horny woman made him forget everything but her seductive show of sex on the camera.

Things got worse when Fadel invited others to see the naked woman. Everyone glared in awe regardless of their despite for Fadel; yet they seemed to have felt some primal urge to watch and see the woman play with her voluptuous body and perform on screen. Men in countries all around the world thought that they were the only one who could see her.

””””.

The following week there was no need of Ali's English from Fadel, as he was now depending on all previous conversations that he had saved in a word file; and the woman’s camera.

There was no need to pity the woman when Fadel invited others of this level to see the show; as she herself enjoyed the fact that people from all over the world could view her naked body. She generously showed her essence, her basic nature, and all details of her body. The same body of those in the West defame the eastern people for the East keeps”, for husbands only.

The mud story was forgotten all that week from the woman who was fond of the pink hard dick. She continuously promised on a daily basis to send it as soon as she found someone to assist with the translation of Arabic, as her friend who promised to help had neglected to do so.

Fadel had no interest in the story either. “Take your time honey I will ask the author to wait” he would say. Whenever Ali asked Fadel about the story, his answer was to wait. Once Ali asked Fadel to give him the woman’s ID.

“How dare you ask me for the ID of my woman!" retorted Fadel. Ali started to feel despair about the story.

One day Fadel summoned Ali into the net cafe` as he was walking by. Fadal wanted to refresh the chat with new words, as both he and the promiscuous woman had gotten bored of repeating the same words every time; the woman wanted to discuss meeting Fadal so to have a complete satisfaction in reality. That was Ali's chance to steal the ID. Soon Ali had added the woman’s ID to his address book and changed her contact details to another, lest Fadel saw him chatting with her.

The woman briefly asked Ali how he had gotten hold of her ID; although as she is very generous with men, this was just a fleeting question. As she really needed someone who could speak Arabic and English, the conversation continued.

Fadel was not present when they started the first chat, and soon enough Ali decided to be himself with her. He told her that he is a writer trying to find away to translate his stories into English. She encouraged the conversation upon hearing that and immediately offered to help him - if he would help her in translating an Arabic story that she had into English. The situation changing now as no one knew who was using whom when she sent him the story of "The mud!"..

When Ali obliged, she sent him the file to work on. She asked him to try to complete it as soon as possible.

After a little while of wondering, Ali decided to work on the story. While doing this, thoughts passed through his mind as to whether or not to challenge the many questions he had & the underlying mystery he found in her. “Why not.” he decided. Ali wanted to assure himself of his thoughts of this woman, and to use his mind against the dick.

Ali found it extremely difficult to translate the story from Arabic to English as he lacked the vast and proper English. Fortunately Ali’s comprehension of the English language was good enough in order for the woman to translate his work. They then began to discuss the story, the woman providing additional ideas to perfectize it for her Italian navy friend.

Ali was astounded when he could see her deep ideas, special thoughts, her cultured mind, very kind heart and her perfect understanding of the creation case. She was very unique.. The two spent time talking about each one’s life and shared very special secrets to each other.

She was a divorcee of one year and living alone with her two children. Her husband had been jailed for robbery. The strangest thing was that she was working in agency for children protection

. She mentioned it was that particular reason for her decision not to re-marry.

The following day, with her workings on the mud story, Ali discovered that the woman had a great knowledge and deep understanding of his writing. He touched her reasonable thoughts and cultural background. A woman that was full of values, feelings and appreciation of the written word. She somehow was not as shallow as Ali previously perceived.

Ali also discovered how much she was devoted to the Mud story; he wished that she would be the editor/assistant for the other stories he had to offer the world. The two of them had a very deep discussion about the writing styles and their usage. She pointed out to him any defects. She also started to feel his straightforward character and decent way of dealing with her and respected his values.

Fadel entered the net café while the woman and Ali were in the highlight of an uplifting conversation. She abruptly stopped talking to Ali and asked him to excuse her as her son had woken up. Two minutes later Fadel invited Ali to view the peep show of her large breasts, her boob show. She easily fell down into an earthly and sensual character and held no boundaries.

Ali went to his computer. He needed to get her attention so they could complete the story, although she blatantly ignored him. He tried to send her the "Star", his story which he told her about and she said she would like to receive it.

After some persistence she reluctantly received it, and then just as quickly changed her status to ‘invisible’ so to devote herself to Fadel. All her mind and soul were with Fadel and his bulky false anatomy. She had closed out Ali saying "Oh sorry Ali but my eyes are blurry and I need to sleep right now".

The disgust that people had for Fadel in the cyber café did not deter their worldly lust to enjoy the flesh of this young woman, and all were invited to see the show.

Before long she sent Ali a message asking him to accept her camera invitation as she had started the show for Fadel and others with him; pretending that she only opened this for Ali, who was at this time sitting right beside Fadel,but Ali refused the invitation

The following day Ali promptly asked her about the Star story. She stated that she hadn't even opened it, and that she would work on it later as she still was busy with the Mud story. In actuality, she had uncaringly saved the story somewhere in her computer having forgotten where she had filed it.

Ali asked her to send him a copy of the Mud story as soon as she had completed the editing as he had a strange feeling that Fadel may not pass it onto him without attempting to blackmail him for some reason or another.

Ali was in two minds. With desperation, he wanted to expose everything. The flood gates, he felt, must be opened; and the truth let out. He feared she may tell Fadel; causing him trouble with that criminal, that animal who used her vulnerable state to satisfy his depraved appetites. Unknown to her were Fadel’s uncontrolled desires that ravaged his mind against all that was pure. His motives were only to destroy the good and rip away all innocence until he had gained complete control.

When he told her that it was he who was the real writer of the Mud story, angrily she rebuked him accusing him as being a bastard. One who had used her for translating his stories. She felt used and in this culture to use someone was a serious crime, but showing one essence was not.

At night, Fadel came to Ali with great wrath as the fire had been lit within him after she told him about the deceiver who Ali had played with both of them. The fight grew large between Fadel and Ali as people gathered to try and stop them. A lot, would dare to blame Ali as the guilty one. . They would dare to defame Ali for his dishonest way with Fadel.

Ali felt no pity toward Fadel when he began to accuse Ali of depriving him” even of an imaginary life. A fulfilled life could not be obtained by these ways, with one as despised and depraived as him It was a well thought out maneuver by Ali that had helped all to see that a monster remains a monster and most will not change their ways.

”””.

By chance one day, Ali met the one he dreamt of and recognized her as his pearl. This treasure was given to him, it was his reward. He had met her while he was searching through a chat room; a book chat room. A room that was full of people from every walk of life. His pearl, a very talented Arabian girl. Perfect in languages like English and Arabic, she loved reading as she wrote in her profile. The values she had, the same values of him and the same blood roots. From the first moment, he noticed her great understanding and true existence. The kind of person who believed that values are not just words but life, words to live by. His heart grew fond and he found his treasure with her quickly as they shared short discussions about books and hobbies.

She refused to give him her name as she had promised her father and her fiancé not to allow anyone to know this information. Her firmness only heightened his feelings. He knew how much the Arabs adore the woman and realized how precious they are, as they see their prosperity through them.

She was also a writer. She wrote for children. This made her adorable to Ali as he always believed that to write for children you must be as innocent and untouched as rivers and trees. With a welcome, she read one of his stories and soon gave him feed back with the most wonderful words he had ever heard.

“Let the bugs that crawl over filth be and eat each other and ascend to the heavens with that angel", he proudly told himself, secure in his love for his new friend.

She had agreed to exchange their writing together and give each other feed back. As her English was better than his, she generously offered him the help. The relation was uplifting and special. She truly was a person simple and decent. While he was talking to her he deleted the identification of the other woman.

Before Ali had ended the first meeting with her, Fadel entered the café, approached Ali and stood over him.

"Are you talking to her?" asked Fadel.

"No," replied Ali" it is someone different".

"Why don't you let me talk to her?" smirked Fadel.

"I told you that is a completely different person!” Ali replied in a serious tone.

"I bet on the Mud story." Said Fadel.

"I don't sell diamonds for mud!" Said Ali.

"She is a woman, isn't she", smirked Fadel.

Ali agreed to challenge him, not for the mud story which is mixed up with muddy, but for he wanted to show him with whom he would deal that time.

He gave him her ID then Fadel sat in a computer next to him as Ali kept talking to her.

She told Ali that someone paged on her and she had to be invisible.

"See that"said Ali proudly.

"See that "said Fadel. Pointing to her hello answer.

"That because she is gentle" said Ali.

Fadel started his old story about the navy Italian army and his young age and dreams. She was very busy with Ali but from time to time she replied Fadel.

After a little time of no winning or losing for both of them Ali asked Fadel to leave her or to go directly to the point and indicate her to his gross anatomy.

"Well " said Fadel with a challenging hated look.

"Did you see my profile?" asked Fadel.

"Not yet. " replied the innocent Arabian girl.

"Would you?" said the would-be Italian Naval, while Ali was trying to upgrade her with his best knowledge on books, in his messages.

A short time of silence passed. Both Ali and Fadel sat back at their chairs.

"Ali", said the girl. "Yes", he replied; "My eyes are bleary and I have to go sleep right now". Then for more than two hours she had a long, long chat with Fadel.

Ali watched them for ten minutes speechlessly; he then decided to go.

Fadel followed him out of the net café with a loud and wild laugh, commenting "Don't worry I'll give you the mud story for the Arabian princess!”