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Tuesday, May 20, 2014

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6 word memoirs

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Quayyuam-Abdul (Character Genre)

Character Genre

Name: Qayyuam-Abdul

Appearance

- Male

- Arabian

- 26 years old

- Suit/Tie

Credentials

College Professor, makes good money, very intelligent, well respected, very quiet, among the nerd crowd, doesn't know how to fit in with "normal" people, and upper-middle class.

Family Life

Quayyuam-Abdul has a very close relationship with his parents currently, after he had a major fall out with his parents after his sister Priya passed away. Now Quayyuam is a only child dealing with the loss of his sister Priya. He loses himself in his work to cope with his sisters death. He really want to try and understand death so he reads books about religions, and beliefs. He also likes to go hiking at different venues to clear his mind because it gives him peace, and relaxation.

What has shocked me?

"The things two people do to each other they remember. If they stay together, it's not because they forget; it's because they forgive." - Unknown

One thing that has really shocked me in my short 16 years of life, is that my uncle gave my grandpa a kidney. That is something I cant fully understand. Why would you take such a vital piece of you, and give it to someone else? What makes a person worthy of such a gift? I can only imagine how much love my uncle had for his dad. Maybe i'm just a cold hearted person. I mean if it was my mom I would donate anything I could give. She's the women that gave birth to me, and that cared for my every need. That level of love is unreal. Although I wonder what my uncle was thinking when he was laying down on the cold metal operating table. Was he thinking "This sucks, I don't want to do this" or "I love my dad so much and he deserves this". I think I may just be a selfish person, maybe that's why I don't understand. I guess i'm a shitty human being. I just cant fathom giving up apart of you for someone else. Growing up without a dad might've hardened my feelings of sympathy. It sucked not having someone there to teach me things young men should know. Like how to tie a tie or how to bait a hook. I honestly don't know if I would give my dad a vital organ necessary for life. In my mind you have to give a little to get a little. Ask yourself, would you give your father such a vital gift if he's been absent for 80% of your 16 years of life. I don't believe it makes me a selfish person but a person that's pissed off. But then forgiveness is bliss. Maybe I should bury the hatchet and be the bigger man. He does deserve this not because he is my dad but because I can find the forgivness in my heart to forgive him. Life tosses you obstacles but in this obstacle I have to forgive and forget.