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Answer by thermo_king2002
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Beside her, Adham, her grandson banged his wooden doll against the rocky floor of the garage, where they lived. He looked at his grandma, waiting for a reply to his misdeed.

She held him up, throwing the doll away and walked into the small hut at the end of the garage. Her gait was slow. Her hips moved upwards and downwards as she dragged her feet over the cement stones, implanted in the ground.

The door to the hut was a towel torn at the middle. At night, she had to press its lower edge under a heavy stone to thwart any intruders. Inside the hut, a bed stood against unpainted, grey wall. White sheets spread across the wavy floor, Where Hayam slept. At the head of the sheet, an oven with a dangling door stood, waiting to heat a crust of bread or an expired tuna can.

She sat at the edge of the bed. Her grandson ate at some stale crusts of bread from the floor and after wincing with saliva bubbling at his lips, he spat it out. After some minutes, he fell to his back and slept.

Hayam walked to the window above the oven. It had a wooden door, painted in green. She pushed it and looked at a small pigeon standing at the stone where she sat some minutes ago. It was a beautiful pigeon. Her head was black and as you went lower, her body turned brown and right at her feathery tail it turned nearly purple. It bent down, poking a crust of bread with her peak into, what Hayam thought to be her husband’s mouth. it was so lovely to see such love, such warmth.

Hayam closed her eyes and imagined her husband, Hassan, sitting with her at their farm with the sun rising at the horizon. He would have a quick draught of his brown mug of milk then wash it and make tea for her in it.

“To my beautiful gypsy queen,” he would say as he would bend down, offering Hayam the mug. His green, narrow eyes would sparkle against the faint, light of a candle, as if he was about to cry.

Something stirred behind her. She turned and a hefty man walked into the hut. He wore a shirt smeared with black patches and a plastic, green sandal that failed to cover the black feet and long, dirty nails. Some oily patches between his receding hairs glimmered under the light of the lamp that hung down from the ceiling by a wire. His blue trousers were smeared like his shirt, especially at the knees. It seemed he spent a long time kneeling on them to fix one of the cars at his small shop.

“I can’t manage your son alone, Ramadan,” Hayam said, holding the baby boy from under the armpits and placing him at the bed, against the wall. “Your wife must return. I can’t do everything alone.”

“Mom, I told you. I can’t do anything about it.” Ramadan said, opening the door of the oven and peering into it. “There was a piece of meat right here this morning…”

“I ate it,” Hayam said, “I was hungry…”

“I’m hungry too,” he said, kicking the door of the oven. It closed over the oven, creaked, and clunked back over the floor. “Fine look, Mom. I am letting you to live with me, out of the purity of my heart. You should be grateful. I am not letting you to live in my home to eat my food. You can manage yourself; it is not my problem you are hungry. I’m the one who works, I need this food.”

“And I need someone to be with me,” Hayam said, “I’m alone; can’t you see that.”

“I don’t care,” Ramadan yelled, “I’m not here to stay with you; I have a family to feed, I have a wife waiting for me.”

Ramadan felt a warm, bony hand at his shoulder. “Am I not a part of your family, boy?”

“Take your hands off me,” he jerked his shoulder and Hayam withdrew her hand; her fingers outstretched towards her son’s body.

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Answer by Kajgal01
Well, at first i thought it was hard to get into and slightly confusing. however, then i got into the story and started to be able to imagine myself in this situation and i think that this story was actually really good. i really want to read more!

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Beside her, Adham, her grandson banged his wooden doll against the rocky floor of the garage, where they lived. He looked at his grandma, waiting for a reply to his misdeed.

She held him up, throwing the doll away and walked into the small hut at the end of the garage. Her gait was slow. Her hips moved upwards and downwards as she dragged her feet over the cement stones, implanted in the ground.

The door to the hut was a towel torn at the middle. At night, she had to press its lower edge under a heavy stone to thwart any intruders. Inside the hut, a bed stood against unpainted, grey wall. White sheets spread across the wavy floor, Where Hayam slept. At the head of the sheet, an oven with a dangling door stood, waiting to heat a crust of bread or an expired tuna can.

She sat at the edge of the bed. Her grandson ate at some stale crusts of bread from the floor and after wincing with saliva bubbling at his lips, he spat it out. After some minutes, he fell to his back and slept.

Hayam walked to the window above the oven. It had a wooden door, painted in green. She pushed it and looked at a small pigeon standing at the stone where she sat some minutes ago. It was a beautiful pigeon. Her head was black and as you went lower, her body turned brown and right at her feathery tail it turned nearly purple. It bent down, poking a crust of bread with her peak into, what Hayam thought to be her husband’s mouth. it was so lovely to see such love, such warmth.

Hayam closed her eyes and imagined her husband, Hassan, sitting with her at their farm with the sun rising at the horizon. He would have a quick draught of his brown mug of milk then wash it and make tea for her in it.

“To my beautiful gypsy queen,” he would say as he would bend down, offering Hayam the mug. His green, narrow eyes would sparkle against the faint, light of a candle, as if he was about to cry.

Something stirred behind her. She turned and a hefty man walked into the hut. He wore a shirt smeared with black patches and a plastic, green sandal that failed to cover the black feet and long, dirty nails. Some oily patches between his receding hairs glimmered under the light of the lamp that hung down from the ceiling by a wire. His blue trousers were smeared like his shirt, especially at the knees. It seemed he spent a long time kneeling on them to fix one of the cars at his small shop.

“I can’t manage your son alone, Ramadan,” Hayam said, holding the baby boy from under the armpits and placing him at the bed, against the wall. “Your wife must return. I can’t do everything alone.”

“Mom, I told you. I can’t do anything about it.” Ramadan said, opening the door of the oven and peering into it. “There was a piece of meat right here this morning…”

“I ate it,” Hayam said, “I was hungry…”

“I’m hungry too,” he said, kicking the door of the oven. It closed over the oven, creaked, and clunked back over the floor. “Fine look, Mom. I am letting you to live with me, out of the purity of my heart. You should be grateful. I am not letting you to live in my home to eat my food. You can manage yourself; it is not my problem you are hungry. I’m the one who works, I need this food.”

“And I need someone to be with me,” Hayam said, “I’m alone; can’t you see that.”

“I don’t care,” Ramadan yelled, “I’m not here to stay with you; I have a family to feed, I have a wife waiting for me.”

Ramadan felt a warm, bony hand at his shoulder. “Am I not a part of your family, boy?”

“Take your hands off me,” he jerked his shoulder and Hayam withdrew her hand; her fingers outstretched towards her son’s body.

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Answer by Anna
It seems rather good. It’s not the type of style I usually read, though. You may want to add something to get the readers interested.

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Beside her, Adham, her grandson banged his wooden doll against the rocky floor of the garage, where they lived. He looked at his grandma, waiting for a reply to his misdeed.

She held him up, throwing the doll away and walked into the small hut at the end of the garage. Her gait was slow. Her hips moved upwards and downwards as she dragged her feet over the cement stones, implanted in the ground.

The door to the hut was a towel torn at the middle. At night, she had to press its lower edge under a heavy stone to thwart any intruders. Inside the hut, a bed stood against unpainted, grey wall. White sheets spread across the wavy floor, Where Hayam slept. At the head of the sheet, an oven with a dangling door stood, waiting to heat a crust of bread or an expired tuna can.

She sat at the edge of the bed. Her grandson ate at some stale crusts of bread from the floor and after wincing with saliva bubbling at his lips, he spat it out. After some minutes, he fell to his back and slept.

Hayam walked to the window above the oven. It had a wooden door, painted in green. She pushed it and looked at a small pigeon standing at the stone where she sat some minutes ago. It was a beautiful pigeon. Her head was black and as you went lower, her body turned brown and right at her feathery tail it turned nearly purple. It bent down, poking a crust of bread with her peak into, what Hayam thought to be her husband’s mouth. it was so lovely to see such love, such warmth.

Hayam closed her eyes and imagined her husband, Hassan, sitting with her at their farm with the sun rising at the horizon. He would have a quick draught of his brown mug of milk then wash it and make tea for her in it.

“To my beautiful gypsy queen,” he would say as he would bend down, offering Hayam the mug. His green, narrow eyes would sparkle against the faint, light of a candle, as if he was about to cry.

Something stirred behind her. She turned and a hefty man walked into the hut. He wore a shirt smeared with black patches and a plastic, green sandal that failed to cover the black feet and long, dirty nails. Some oily patches between his receding hairs glimmered under the light of the lamp that hung down from the ceiling by a wire. His blue trousers were smeared like his shirt, especially at the knees. It seemed he spent a long time kneeling on them to fix one of the cars at his small shop.

“I can’t manage your son alone, Ramadan,” Hayam said, holding the baby boy from under the armpits and placing him at the bed, against the wall. “Your wife must return. I can’t do everything alone.”

“Mom, I told you. I can’t do anything about it.” Ramadan said, opening the door of the oven and peering into it. “There was a piece of meat right here this morning…”

“I ate it,” Hayam said, “I was hungry…”

“I’m hungry too,” he said, kicking the door of the oven. It closed over the oven, creaked, and clunked back over the floor. “Fine look, Mom. I am letting you to live with me, out of the purity of my heart. You should be grateful. I am not letting you to live in my home to eat my food. You can manage yourself; it is not my problem you are hungry. I’m the one who works, I need this food.”

“And I need someone to be with me,” Hayam said, “I’m alone; can’t you see that.”

“I don’t care,” Ramadan yelled, “I’m not here to stay with you; I have a family to feed, I have a wife waiting for me.”

Ramadan felt a warm, bony hand at his shoulder. “Am I not a part of your family, boy?”

“Take your hands off me,” he jerked his shoulder and Hayam withdrew her hand; her fingers outstretched towards her son’s body.

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Answer by Rufus
Hmm where to start. The language is very basic making the story feel clunky. I recommend reading a bit more and getting a feel for different writing styles. The adjectives feel very forced almost as if the story was written without any and then one was added to each sentance almost at random. Don’t take this the wrongs way, keep practicing and keep learning….

Ruf

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Apart from these there are indonesian artwork in the house .the other details of the property are as follows..
This is an unique home .When it was built the Maricopa County Officials sent Choppers to get it pictured !!!!!!!!!

It is unique of it’s kind .It has plenty of amenities in it …It is constructed of steel and concrete and also has a 42″ Plasma TV in it that is for free for the buyer.

Since the house is mostly under the earth it is extremely energy efficient.The details of the home are described as follows:

This home is a very unique property.

It is extremely energy efficient

It is an earth sheltered home

It is constructed of concrete and steel

It has recently been extensively remodeled and it is completely new from the floors on up

The lot is 1 acre plus

This property has horse rights and has no HOA

The home is 3100 square feet. It is a 4 BR/ 2.5 B with a loft. There is a 2 car garage.

There is also a 12′ * 12′ storage shed in the rear of the property. The front and back entrances are completely remodeled with granite.

kitchen—There are brand new stainless steel appliances throughout the kitchen. The kitchen also includes maple custom cabinets, as well as African Chesnut hardwood floors. The kitchen has granite counter tops, bar top and back splashes. The kitchen also includes a built-in pantry.

Bathrooms–The half bath on the main floor has a solid granite vanity and vessel sink. The 2ND bathroom has marble floors and travertine throughout. The shower features a soothing waterfall shower head.

The Asian-Zen master bathroom is truly amazing as it hosts an underground Indonesian rock waterfall in addition to a 320 gallon soaking tub. The Black Alor stone has been said to improve circulation. In addition there are slate floors, granite counter tops and granite vessel sinks with stainless steel faucets.

The den holds an amazing granite fireplace. In addition you will find a 42″ plasma screen T.V.

42″ PLASMA TV IS FREE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A lot of other home improvement products are free
The property is landscape ready and comes with a $ 10,000.00 landscape allowance (with acceptable offer) which may be used towards the closing costs as well.

The one of a kind all-granite wrap around deck is a perfect place for entertaining or relaxing with the family.

It offers gorgeous mountain views and the perfect place to watch the sunset

INTERESTING FACTS:
This is truly a home ahead of its time. When it was being built in 1983 the local news channel sent helicopters to photograph and ran a story on it as it is was quite a head turner then and even more of one now due to the improvements and upgrades.

100% FINANCING IS AVAILABLE- the buyer will have an answer from the loan officer within 15 minutes and final paperwork is estimated to take no longer than 10-15 days.

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Also the property is located in the mountainside areas where there are a lot of custom luxury properties and it is just 10 mins away from the lakes…

Now can you guys suggest me ways in order to market the property .My company is transferring me to CA and this propoerty which has been my dream home is becoming a pain in the neck.

Can you suggest me anyway of showing it on Realty TV or something so that i can get rid of this asap.
The address is 1123 N 104th St ,Mesa,AZ

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Answer by Workfortoday
I would do this. Go to the site below and click on PROPERTY RESEARCH. When you do your property will pop up with satellite photo and also info on what others have sold for.

I know agents that would sell it for you in that area, I am an agent myself. I don’t specialize in that area but know some hard working go getters that could help you. My email is at the site if you need help.

Place looks WOW!

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I will say that I did have two female customers who were going home from a bar. They were just a little drunk. They did fine in their high heals, getting across the ice, and to the cab. Once home, the entered the house through the garage, so they had to get across the ice to the garage door and get it open. It was not until they stepped onto the dry floor of the garage before they slipped and fell. They were not hurt, except perhaps their pride, and the bruises on their bums the next morning.

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Answer by desertblue62
Maybe they just wanted to look taller sexier but yes it does sound dangerous on ice!

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The owner of the house/oldest roommate said there’s no point in sealing the room and to not do it. We later found our that they’re tearing down our room in June and rebuilding another one correctly for their parents/grandparents. However, what are we supposed to do now?

For now I am lining the room with my boyfriends and my clothes, however its only preventing some water. I don’t have much clothes to begin with, so this is kinda bad for me. We ARE going to move asap, however I need a job to do this. My boyfriends paycheck cant pay for EVERYTHING.

Basically the water comes in where the floor and wall meet, which leaves me to believe the room needs to be sealed. However, in some spots, in between the floor boards, water seeps up if ANY pressure is applied.

So my questions:
*Do we need to seal the room, or is it another problem?
*How do we fix the leaks coming from inbetween the flood boards in the middle of the room?
*What is the name of a decent sealant that we could buy at WalMart or Home Depot? How much?
*What else can we do?

And please, dont tell me to tell the roommates to pay for it, cause they refuse to. We’ve tried.
We had 3 rows of rolled up towels and it didn’t work. Fabrics get saturated with water.

We’re trying to move, but I need the job first, can’t do anything until then. Hmm maybe I should dig a trench/moat so the water goes into that first. Roommates wouldn’t like that..

There’s isn’t anything to do?

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Answer by W
Go to walmart, buy a bunch of cheap towels and roll them up and put them all along the baseboards where the water is coming in. and spread some out over the floor.

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So Saturday, he has some guys come and take the old ones out. Now, he tells me that in total this move will take an hour max, so to put my food on ice and it should be fine. Well, the guys come and don’t come back for 4 hours, I lost everything I had. At least $ 100 worth of food, and my income can not sustain that at this time.

When “his boys” do show up, the stove is older but it’s fine, it works yeah! But the fridge is disgusting. First, it came out of his garage and is covered with mold all around the door edges, I took bleach and tried to clean it, but to my dismay it won’t come off. I called him, he basicaly tells me that this is what I agreed to, and as to the food, sorry about my luck.

I was furious and hurt. I sent him an email stating that unless he would like me to take the rent money and buy a new fridge, he better give me a) either the old one back or b)supply me with one that was just as good.

Now, my question is, am I in the right to withhold rent for this situation. It is awful and no one would want to eat what comes out of this fridge. Here we are with the holidays coming up, and I have no way to store food. A new fridge is going to cost a lot, and even if I buy a used one, it is still going to cost me.

Does anyone else have any alternate suggestions. Or, am I doing the right thing? PS> this crappy fridge is also leaking water all over the floor. Really it is unusable.
Thanks
Guardianofthemoon

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Answer by rojo
You dont have the right to withhold rent. He will sue & win. However, if u were to sue then maybe u could get that money back, but that again costs money & time. The funny thing is, u didnt really “agree” to new fridge he insisted. Its not right but if u just withhold rent youll be even worse off. Heres what I think he did. He wanted that fridge & stove for his own place & swapped them & made it seem like u were getting an upgrade. He scammed u. Find a new place & move out.

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bed
in the snow
parent’s room
chairlift
children’s ball pool
classroom
treehouse
fountain
closet
church
counter
graveyard
table
hot tub
on a mountain
pool
porch swing
couch
cave
arm chair
a (random) house under development
airplane bathroom
hood of car
the forest
washing machine (while it’s running)
during a large family event
shower
soft rug before roaring fire
canoe
motorcycle
beach
public restroom
meadow
train
amusement park
outside in the rain
car
deck of a yacht
truck bed
waterbed
trampoline
rooftop
random person’s car
under a waterfall
golf course
playground at night
public place
in a car while going through a carwash
fancy hotel
bathroom floor
elevator
bunkbed
sauna
mall
hot air balloon
changing room
bathtub
pool table
air mattress
tent
sleeping bag
limo
drive in movie
barn
hammock
cornfield
bouncy castle
scuba diving
up against a wall
pier/dock
ping pong table
lounge chair
zoo
igloo/snow cave
surfboard
sailboat
cliff during sunrise
massage chair
swingset
slide
covered slide
library
in a tree
orchard
on a blanket at center ice on a rink
back row movie theatre
under a christmas tree
phone booth
picture booth
museum
pile of leaves
someone else’s backyard
someone else’s pool
ferris wheel
in the australian outback
against a pillar in a parking garage
public transportation
floor
exercise machine

99 places! wooo! if anyone has anymore suggestions let me know, thanks!

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Answer by Jack
Sex in a coffin? Crate?

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Best answer:

Answer by Brittany
Yup they can I have never experienced on nut my mom has. Her mom died 3 years ago and she dreams about her, my
Mom told me that her mom asks her to go somewhere in the dream and she says no. If my mom said yes she would of been dead that night.

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