All Back To School preparations done. Now that the kids are now in their second week of in person learning.(I’m feverently praying things keep sailing smoothly), I can pick my manuscript back up.
I’m still looking for the perfect stock for a cover but I can share with you an unedited sample from #DestinyFulfilled. I’m keeping my fingers crossed for a late fall release. Here we see Mustafa trying to get Salma to mind her business. Something his little sister often finds hard to do… Enjoy. And please leave me a comment.
“Sal, are you listening to me?”
Her eyes met his. In her hand was the trophy he kept on his bookshelf in his home office. The bowling trophy he could never get himself to get rid of.
“Yes. It’s good don’t…” She strolled over to him with the trophy in her hand. “Don’t make it too long. You know these are thirteen- to seventeen-year-olds you’re addressing You’ll bore them.”
Mustafa grunted, set his device to the side, and rose to his feet. He met his sister halfway across the room. Taking the trophy out of her hand, he replaced it on the bookshelf. His fingers lingered on the names at the bottom of the gold-plated cup. The memory of how it was acquired lingered in his mind.
“I don’t know why you keep that thing,” Salma said.
“Because it’s mine and I want to.”
“But I don’t understand, she—”
“It’s not meant for you to understand. Don’t touch it again.” Mustafa walked out of the room. He shook his head with the knowledge that Salma was hot on his trail. He didn’t turn around to acknowledge her instead he headed for the kitchen.
“Well, I’m just saying—”
“Have you heard from Yasmine?” Mustafa opened the cupboard and removed two bowls from it. After the red eye he took from Las Vegas to back to Tweede Kans Cove in the wee hours of the morning. He was not in the mood to hear his sister whine about things she didn’t understand neither did he care to explain. His memories were left for him alone to cherish or neglect. Currently he didn’t care to do either. The only thing on his mind was to eat and take a well-deserved rest before the next day.
“I see what you did there.” Salma sat on the stool at his island. “If you don’t want to talk about it I’ll leave it alone.”
“aikhti alsaghira, I never want to talk about it, still you find a way to probe.”
“Shot me! I’m looking out for my big brother. The one who thinks it’s his job to look out for everyone but himself.”
“Adorable but unnecessary.” He plated two bowls of kefta mkaouara. Passing her a spoon and some tea, they said grace and proceeded to eat.
That’s it folks. I hope you enjoyed the sample. As an extra, here is the recipe to Moroccan kefta mkaouara
While I got back to writing, don’t forget to leave me a comment.
Peace & Blessings
6 thoughts on “Sample Sunday: Because It’s Mine”
Did this book every come to print? Did I miss it? Please let me know, and if there are more books in the series. Think you
Hi, no you didn’t miss it. I had to push the release back to accommodate the holiday season. It’s publish date is Jan 28, 2022. I will make it available for preorder soon. Thank you for your support.
I can’t wait for this! Glad you included recipe.
I thought about you when I included the recipe. 🙂
Unoma, praying with you for the fall release… 👍🏽🙂🙌🏽
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