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What is God? Who is God? Where is God?These are the questions asked by a young teenage girl who has no religion nor believes in God. Her parents come from China and she has been brought up as a non-believer of any religion.This is her story, her desire to learn about life, love, and God. Step by step, she learns the untold meaning of life - not through books, but from her mentor, who explains to her what love is and how to find God.

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers LLC
Date de parution	31 juillet 2019
Nombre de lectures	2
EAN13	9781645368304
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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Meili
H. E. Mohamed
Austin Macauley Publishers
2019-07-31
Meili About the Author About the Book Dedication Copyright Information Acknowledgement Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Epilogue
About the Author
Mr. Mohamed was born in Tanzania. After graduation from high school, he went to Moscow in the Soviet Union to complete his university education. His first novel about his personal life in Moscow during the peak Communist era was published in 1975. After about forty years, Mr. Mohamed has penned his second book—not about his personal life but about the meaning of life in general.
He lives in Calgary, Alberta, Canada.
About the Book
What is God? Who is God? Where is God?
These are the questions asked by a young teenage girl who has no religion nor believes in God. Her parents come from China and she has been brought up as a non-believer of any religion.
This is her story, her desire to learn about life, love, and God. Step by step, she learns the untold meaning of life – not through books, but from her mentor, who explains to her what love is and how to find God
Dedication
I would like to dedicate this book to my friend, JinLan Chen, who not only provided motivation and inspiration in creating this story but also supported me all the way to the end.
Copyright Information
Copyright © H. E. Mohamed (2019)
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, write to the publisher.
Any person who commits any unauthorized act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
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Quantity sales: special discounts are available on quantity purchases by corporations, associations, and others. For details, contact the publisher at the address below.
Publisher’s Cataloging-in-Publication data
Mohamed, H. E.
Meili
ISBN 9781643786018 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781643786025 (Hardback)
ISBN 9781645368304 (ePub e-book)
The main category of the book — YOUNG ADULT FICTION / Social Themes / Religion & Faith
Library of Congress Control Number: 2019908520
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First Published (2019)
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Acknowledgement
My sincere thanks to Hanif Mohamed, whose nagging and pestering started this mission.
Prologue
She was 11 years old when I first met her—very quiet, shy, and reserved. She did not talk at all, though she spoke English very well, not to mention her mother tongue.
To date, I still wonder if my meeting her was ‘written’; was it to be or just a stroke of luck?
Sometimes, I sit on the balcony and try to figure out if God really works in mysterious ways or is it just God’s weird sense of humor that humans have difficulty understanding?
Chapter 1
It was a snowy, cold November day when I got a phone call from my girlfriend of six years.
“It’s over,” she said.
“What’s over?” l asked, a little confused.
“Our relationship, I am through,” she politely replied.
“What?!” I exclaimed, more shocked than confused. “What happened? Did I do something to deserve this news?” I could barely talk.
“No, no, it’s not you,” she said, “you are a good person. It’s me—I just don’t stay with a man for too long, although you have been an exception, sorry,” and the phone went dead in my ears.
I could feel every brick of my future home come tumbling down on my head, windows shattering, doors ripping apart, and my dreams? ‘What dreams?’ I asked myself later on.
There is no justice, how could a person you have known, trusted, and cared for six years do this to you? No reason, no nothing!
I called her back, three times that day, but the phone was not answered. I went to her house—nobody was home, so I left her keys in the mailbox and walked back to my car disappointed, sad, and totally heartbroken. A dried-up apple tree in front of her house, just a few months ago had had hundreds of little red apples on it, stared at me and somehow I felt that the tree was telling me, ‘Do not despair, my friend, time heals everything. Look at me, I am all dried up now but wait until spring, and I shall have fresh new leaves.’
As I sat in my car, it occurred to me that somebody once said, “Everything happens for a reason.”
Chapter 2
Meet Luigi. He is my friend and I call him Lou. He is very close to me but sometimes I don’t see him for weeks.
It was Saturday, three weeks after I broke up with Julie (that’s my ex-girlfriend’s name), when Lou called.
“Hi, Arif, what’s up?” Same old Lou. Always ‘what’s up?’
“Nothing. How you doing? Long time no hear,” I said.
“Are you up for some wings and beer?” he asked.
“Sure, why not?”
“Will Julie come too?”
“No, I’ll see you around 6 o’clock? Same place?” I asked.
“Yeah, same place. 6 o’clock.”
There is this sports bar in town that Julie and I used to go for chicken wings and beer every Wednesday before we went to play bridge (card game) at the club. Lou would join us there some Wednesdays when he wasn’t working late.
Lou was already seated in a booth at the bar when I got there a few minutes after six. We exchanged greetings and ordered our food when the waitress came by.
An hour later, we had finished eating, and I told him about Julie and me breaking up. Lou politely said nothing, just kept looking at me, probably not believing what I was saying.
“Don’t just sit there and stare at me. Say something,” I said, getting a little irritated.
“What do you want me to say?” he said, “I am sorry.”
“Thank you, but it is now in the past.”
“Okay,” he said, “so, let’s go out someplace and have fun.”
“Where?” I asked. “We are already out here.”
He chuckled, “Not here, this is not out. Let’s go to a movie or maybe a night club.”
“What movie is playing, do you know?” I asked.
“Well, there is this new Twilight saga movie called ‘New Moon’ just released. Let’s go watch it.”
“Are you kidding? I am not watching a Twilight movie.”
He looked at me like I was some kind of crazy guy because I remember he liked the first Twilight movie although I didn’t.
He finally gulped down his beer and said, “Okay, let’s go someplace else then.”
“Where? No night clubs, I am too old for that.”
“How about we go to the casino, we can have a drink there, play some blackjack or slot machines and just hang out.”
I thought for a little while and then said, “Casino might be alright, I haven’t gone to the casino for a long time.” At least hanging out with Lou would be much better than sitting home in my lonely apartment.
An hour later, Lou and I walked into the NE Casino off Barlow Trail. The place was busy, people shouting at the tables, machines jingling, and you could hear loud music playing from the live band.
We walked around, looking at all the action and then, suddenly, I stopped at the craps table. Not that there was anything unusual about craps, it was the sight of one dealer that attracted my attention. There were ten players at the table, six on one side, and four on the other side. A craps table has a box man sitting on one side in the middle of the table with one dealer on either side and a stick man across the box man who handles the dice and all the central bets. Players all stand on the stick man’s side facing the dealers who handle all the chips. I didn’t have a clue how the game was played. One player was throwing the dice. I just watched as the chips went back and forth from the dealer to the players and vice versa as players kept betting on the numbers.
The dealer that made me pause there was a young Asian woman. I strained my eyes to read her name on the nametag pinned to her shirt. ‘ShuYa,’ it read. ShuYa was about 5 feet four inches tall, slender figure from what I could see, beautiful features; high cheekbones, narrow dark eyes, high forehead, and long black hair parted in the middle so it fell in front covering both her cheeks. I stood there at the side of the table and watched her efficiently handling chips, a pleasant smile on her face as she worked like a professional dealer.
“Let’s move, man,” I heard Lou’s distant voice, sounded distant although Lou was standing right beside me. I must have been totally mesmerized by ShuYa, I could not take my eyes off her beautiful face.
“Hey,” Lou nudged me. “I am going to the bar for a beer,” he said and started walking away.
I stood there looking at ShuYa for about fifteen minutes when a new dealer showed up and everybody shifted around except the box man who must be the pit boss. ShuYa walked off the table, down the hallway, and through the door into the ‘staff only’ area. Must be her break, I figured as I watched her swiftly walk by me. Strange thoughts went through my mind; was she single, married, kids, had a husband, parents? Who was she? Was there any way I could find out?
Six years I had been with one woman and three weeks after we broke up, I got attracted to another woman. It felt strange that all this time I didn’t look around, never noticed another woman. I must have been totally blind or must have been happy with what I had although that happiness disintegrated like a burning wooden block.