{"id":2610,"date":"2014-07-01T00:53:11","date_gmt":"2014-07-01T00:53:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/?p=2610"},"modified":"2014-07-01T00:55:49","modified_gmt":"2014-07-01T00:55:49","slug":"entrance-library-ahmed-moneeb","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/entrance-library-ahmed-moneeb\/","title":{"rendered":"At the Entrance of the Library by Ahmed Moneeb"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"library\"<\/a><\/h1>\n

At the Entrance of the Library<\/h1>\n

by Ahmed Moneeb<\/p>\n

Place: Mosul University -Iraq<\/em> Time: A spring day full of violence in a city one day was called the city of two springs!<\/em> Full of longing, he was waiting to see her. The mysterious admirer had written to him a very short note \u201cWait for me at the library entrance. Let\u2019s meet in a few minutes.\u201d His tired eyes were watching each passerby with curiosity and wondering \u201cIs she that one coming now or that one walking there, or that \u2026 or? Who is she?\u201d His widely open imagination was contemplating her warm voice when saying hi, her beautiful eyes, her charming smile, and even her fresh floral perfume! Minutes raced past and the sky began to sprinkle shy raindrops. Nevertheless, he was certain she would come soon. The hours sped by and the library closed. Everyone left. Even the birds flew away at the sound of the continuous explosions and gun fire! When the sad sunset came and the curfew began, he was still telling himself, \u201cI am sure she will come soon.\u201d Days, weeks, months, and years elapsed. The seasons alternated around him while still he waited for her. Generations followed one another. Times changed as well as the topography, and the game of musical bloody chairs ended. All the masks wore away as a result of time-eroding factors! Feuds became alliances. Strangers became friends! In spite of all that, he remains certain she will come soon! On one beautiful spring morning as he is as usual telling everyone, \u201cShe will come soon!\u201d one of the butterflies lands on his ear and whispers, \u201cDo you know, sir, that a hundred years ago the entrance to the library moved to a place beyond the horizon!\u201d ### Ahmed Moneeb is a\u00a0PhD Candidate at\u00a0Oklahoma State University.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Full of longing, he was waiting to see her. The mysterious admirer had written to him a very short note \u201cWait for me at the library entrance. Let\u2019s meet in a few minutes.\u201d His tired eyes were watching<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2613,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_bbp_topic_count":0,"_bbp_reply_count":0,"_bbp_total_topic_count":0,"_bbp_total_reply_count":0,"_bbp_voice_count":0,"_bbp_anonymous_reply_count":0,"_bbp_topic_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_reply_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_forum_subforum_count":0,"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[375],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2610","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-literary-story"],"aioseo_notices":[],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2610","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2610"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2610\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2614,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2610\/revisions\/2614"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2613"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2610"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2610"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2610"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}