[align=left]Hi every body if you read the following please make some feedback
I need your opinion on this , well in fact this is my first story so

Lets shut the talking door of , and see what I'v got


You may hear of me in ancient history. I am altajer and I would like to share a story that was not recorded in history. In 1985 near the middle of winter, on the northern borders of Philistine. My two best men and I were left standing, after being at war with the Judaism for several weeks, filled with hunger and dressed with wounds decided to retreat to home to heal and gather more men. I yelled lets go, We lofted on our horses, and right at that moment, a loft of arrows descended, up on all three of us killing my two men, and leaving me wounded in the arm, I broke the shaft of the arrow, and pulled it out, flung it on the ground and dug my spurs into my horses flesh, and like a bolt of lighting we shot through the woods. I knew my horse was weak, not having much to eat, but some bark off the trees, because of the heavy snow, my prayers were to the effect, that I would be home soon. I could hear hoof beats off in the distance, they sounded like they were getting closer, and all I had on my mind was darkness. Once dark my chances of escape are far better, I was still bleeding and felt like my horse was about to give up, as we arrived at the top of the mountain, looking down the other side and down at the bottom was a long winding river, I knew this was my escape, my horse collapsed to its side, gave his last breath. At that moment I heard a branch break, looking over my shoulder ,getting closer was that small army, of Judaism ,run,run,run was going through my mind, I was weak and could not move very fast. I could here the words of the savages, bragging about how much my head was worth, then I slipped on the hard snow hit my head and be came unaware of my surroundings, I started dreaming that I was near a warm fire with my favorite woman, dressing my wounds, all of a sudden, I felt could very cold, my eyes opened gasping for air, and full of pain I moved my good arm till I drifted to shore, smiling to my self in all the pain. I reassured my self I gave those Judaism the slip, And then I heard I don't, see him, then I thought, WHEN WILL IT END.


hope you enjoyed it



My regards
ALTAJER


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come on man

at the first how r u altajer
hope u r very well

then, about the story.. ammm, in fact am not the correct person to talk about Altajer's writing .. bur just to say what i feel when i read ..

سوري على اللغة والكتابة .. أدري مو فن .. بس بعد بواصل


when i read the bigining i thout it's a real story , the u started ur advantures .. so i understood it's from ur imagination ..

but why u said it's a story when don't want to finish it
















but, nice imagination that u have

wish u the best


ma pleasure
esra'a

What an honor to have the presence of an inelegant lady like you Esraa

And about what you said in your criticizing
I didn’t finish the story because I thought it might be to long to read, between brackets ( it will be boring ) .

by the way I liked ur method expressing ur feelings

And thank u 4 ur complement

My best regards
ALTAJER

thanx brother

waintin' for the rest of the story

best wishes


esra'a

Thanks my bro

wonderful story

God bless you

with my best wishes