My story will begin with my pain in theses words and will end the same way. It shouldn't be hard to believe but I'll promise that it is true.. I live in a house with both parents. my parents are Muslim and they were raised that way. me & my twin brother, ahmed werent. the things they tried to keep us from only lead us closer to it. my brother was my life. he was my twin.. he would always say "it's you and me against the world." i loved him more than i loved my self or anyone else. but i was selfish. my brother wasn't a man.. he feared other men. i was the strong one.. i was the one that was always there to fight his fights. to hold him high and take his pain. It all started on a regular day. we were walking in our... [Read More]
Tags: Brother, Twin, Death, Dead, SadMe and my brother are very close. He is 2 years older than me and on the football team. I would always tell him that he was my favorite person in the world and nothing would change that. Even though we always fight, we still love each other. But one day something bad happens to the both of us.. It was the last football game of the year. We were on our way to a party that was at his friends house and he promised me that he would let me do whatever i could and i did.. But i think i did a little to much. I remember that night so clear. We were on our way home when this truck came out of nowhere and it hit right into his truck. The truck started to flip like crazy and it wouldn't stop. When it finely stopped i asked... [Read More]
Tags: Family, Love, Death, Brother