Hello,my name is Abdesselam El Harej, I am so glad to share my short story with you. This is my phone number 0701049538 "Your life is recorded " Hello,every reader on this planet. I hope you are all well. My name is Marco.On the 1st of April of every new year all my family members gather to celebrate my birthday.You know ,all kinds of decorations and preparations are taken.Every year all the guests come in their nicest clothes ,holding their gifts.I slip out to take a look and greet the guests.They think I may go to do something urgent and come back to the party very soon.The guests talk,laugh,drink inside my house.They wait for me to come back,but in vain.Here I am in a crowded street,looking at a very beautiful fair girl,she smiles at me,and asks me if I have a lighter.I lit her cigarette and start to talk with her.She lives with her sick grandmother,and she looks for a partner in life.I want to be hers,but forcefully I put the lighter in my pocket and slap her on the face.She cries and tells me that she hates me for doing so each year.I walk fast in nowhere.In the corner of the street ,there is a man who sells second hand antics.I look around in his shop,I ask him about the price of many goods.I want to buy a black guitar from him.He refuses and tells me you can buy anything from my shop,except this guitar.You know it is so special for me.It is my father's guitar.I keep it as a lovely souvenir.I tell you this every year,but you insist on buying it.I decide to come back home to my birthday party,which I have no reason for not attending it.I get to the door ,I see the lights are off,I open the door ,switch on the light and go upstairs.Inside the house there is no sign for the party.I enter to my parents'room switch the light on and ask them about the matter.They wonder where I was.My father gets angry and tells me every year you do the same thing,you leave the party and let the guests alone,so they get angry and go back to their homes.I return to my room,and try to figure out what happens to me..is my life recorded?the fair girl says What I do ,I do it once a year,the seller and my father say the same.I think the 1st of April is a special day in my life,because it repeats itself once a year.I open my diary on which I find my detailed description to this strange event in my life. I visit the shop owner who tells me that he will never sell the guitar,and that I have to break the circle of time by doing something new in my life. Is it a fools day and all of them play it each year because my birthday is on the first of April,or my life is really recorded??!!
