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stare June 21, 2006

What I am going to write on this page will make no sense to anyone but me. It is a story that I have in my head and need to get it out.

A young man walked down the street and came upon a fair maiden sitting on a bench crying. The young man had a tender spot for women that cried so taking a seat next to her he asked what was wrong. “I can not tell you for it will make no sense and you will believe me crazy” the young women replied. The young man now very interested convinced the women to tell him. Sighing the women said very quickly” my life is horrible my boyfriend hates me , my girlfriends hate me, my mother through me out but only after my father did something terrible to me. I can not read and all the signs are confusing me also there is a Nish on my back.” “What in the world is a nish?” the young man asked. “ No I can not tell you because you will hate me like the rest and I have come to like you dearly even though we have been talking for but five minutes.” The girl replied. The young man took pity on her and brought her to a café that was down the street from where she had been sitting. After she had thanked him for the meal she left. Wondering where she would go the young man followed her at a distance. He was very much surprised when she walked very calmly up the front stairs and right into a mansion. Completely stunned the young man went home with many strange thought running through his head. The next two days were exactly like the first only when he followed the women never went to the sane house. Strange he thought. On the fourth day he finally asked her why she went into each of these houses every night. Looking him squarely in the eye the young women calmly answered “It is none of your business but since you asked I am a missionary and I teach the word of god to all who want it.” “But”, the young man asked “Why would you tell me such a lie about your life.” “I did no such thing that is why I am the best person to teach the word of god because of all the hardships I have gone through. “Then what may I ask is a Nish?” Turning around the young women pulled up her shirt to reveal a cross with the symbol of the devil intertwined within it. “That is a Nish and it is so everyone knows that I am a devil women talking about god in the mast loving way of all.” The women got up and walked away and the young man never saw her again. He never did forget the words that she said and the sight of her Nish.


I ask myself what she was trying to accomplish. I will never know which is strange because I wrote it but whatever. The mind is a very strange thing.