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Category:
Family
Type: Fiction
Pages: 200
Story of how Darth and Lana, two figures about which the Tales in the Spirit series is often about, met and built a family. The tale is written in ordinary life sense but it refers to the telepathic plane. In this case, the marriage between Darth and Lana is not only a "telepathic marriage" but also an Islamic Holy Marriage (in the spirit) refer our web site for clarifications.
Excerpt
A twist of fate can be so deceptive. And who would have thought the young Islamic woman on her way to her first job interview, only recently turned seventeen, would within a year not only be married, and this to a Catholic, but also would give birth to a child? On a dark rainy day the bus trip into the city seemed extra long. The traffic seemed endless. The traffic lights seemed ever so slow in changing to green. Chaos everywhere. Lana sat in her Islamic black with a head covering and looking through the bus window. A dready day. Heavy rain streaks across the window had made the view obscure. Open umbrellas everywhere. Cars with headlights on everywhere. She was late for an appointment and frequently glanced at her wrist watch. This was her first application for a job since she finished High School. Her ambition was to become a teacher of Islam to Muslim girls. She would need to attend a University to achieve this, which she planned to do, however in the meantime she needed the money. This first job she applied for was with a bank.
(extract from Chapter 4, by which time Darth and Lana have six children.)
A Saturday afternoon. The girls had set up a stall outside their beach house. An annual carnival on the beach was in full swing. Ocean Road had been closed off by the local council. Only residents, or delivery trucks, could drive inside the barricades. People were everywhere - on the sand and on the road. Colourful stands were everywhere - on the beach and along the footpaths. There was a shortage of cool drink stalls and the girls stall proved popular. Just after lunch a truck had delivered four large aluminum barrels with lemonade. Special barrels that would retain their coldness for hours. So the vendor claimed. The girls were explained how to put a hose in place when ready, which they soon did and set about serving. Queues formed. Eighteen year old Sara was at the far end table. The tables were covered in plastic with colourful patterns. Sixteen year old Lisa next to her, then seventeen year old Elisha, and twelve year old Harla on the last table. Omar, the four year old, helped Harla now and then, or would run off and play with his younger sibling. Sam, twelve months, was happy sitting on the green lawn near his mother who was sitting on the edge of a white brick wall that was part of their outer land boundary.
Then chaos! Elisha's hose, that had a trigger on one end which was pressed to pour lemonade, came out of the barrel. Something had gone very wrong and the lemonade was streaming upward in all directions like a fountain.
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