Abdelhak Rahali - ElHamma, Gabes, Tunisia

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I’m going to start off a story of revenge and maybe each one here can add the next paragraph.... let’s see how it ends.

Abdelhak Rahali, walked purposely towards the coffee house, his mind wandering, his face clenched in pain, every step he took seemed to send the nerves in his tooth on fire. Checking one pocket in his jeans for his phone and the other for a few dinars, he crossed the busy dusty road. Somehow today the traffic noise, the constant beeping, the noise of the motorbikes bothered him. He had woken with an uneasy feeling, a feeling of anticipation, anxiety. Even the familiar sight of the coffee house didn’t lift this feeling of doom. As he dodged the traffic and crossed the busy street he heard his name called in the distance.... He looked around saw someone he didn’t know gesturing to him... brother, brother, come.... come quick....

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He looked around saw someone he didn’t know gesturing to him... brother, brother, come.... come quick....

Abdelhak followed him. He had no idea where he was going, nor indeed....who this stranger was, but it was a refreshing change from the monotony of day to day life....the repetative, daily existence of a Tunisian love rat..
He lifted one flip flop clad foot in front of the other....seven, eight, nine steps....this walking business was hard work, but a taxi was no longer an option, as Abdelhak had messed up...he'd lost his cash cow.
He lit his last Mars cigarette, threw the empty box onto the filthy streets of Elhamma, gently caressed his remaining brown teeth to ensure no more had fallen from his mouth.
Still feeling uneasy, somehow unsettled and frustrated by the sounds of the traffic, he followed the stranger to the entrance of a coffee shop he'd never seen before...there was something strange about this coffee shop, it contained the usual forty to fifty men on phones, smoking cigarettes, drinking cold, over sweetened expressos, but something was wrong, was that laughter over him? He took out his phone and entered the coffee shop.....

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He looked around saw someone he didn’t know gesturing to him... brother, brother, come.... come quick....

Abdelhak followed him. He had no idea where he was going, nor indeed....who this stranger was, but it was a refreshing change from the monotony of day to day life....the repetative, daily existence of a Tunisian love rat..
He lifted one flip flop clad foot in front of the other....seven, eight, nine steps....this walking business was hard work, but a taxi was no longer an option, as Abdelhak had messed up...he'd lost his cash cow.
He lit his last Mars cigarette, threw the empty box onto the filthy streets of Elhamma, gently caressed his remaining brown teeth to ensure no more had fallen from his mouth.
Still feeling uneasy, somehow unsettled and frustrated by the sounds of the traffic, he followed the stranger to the entrance of a coffee shop he'd never seen before...there was something strange about this coffee shop, it contained the usual forty to fifty men on phones, smoking cigarettes, drinking cold, over sweetened expressos, but something was wrong, was that laughter over him? He took out his phone and entered the coffee shop.....

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This is getting good.....and the plot thickens.....
 

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He looked around saw someone he didn’t know gesturing to him... brother, brother, come.... come quick....

Abdelhak followed him. He had no idea where he was going, nor indeed....who this stranger was, but it was a refreshing change from the monotony of day to day life....the repetative, daily existence of a Tunisian love rat..
He lifted one flip flop clad foot in front of the other....seven, eight, nine steps....this walking business was hard work, but a taxi was no longer an option, as Abdelhak had messed up...he'd lost his cash cow.
He lit his last Mars cigarette, threw the empty box onto the filthy streets of Elhamma, gently caressed his remaining brown teeth to ensure no more had fallen from his mouth.
Still feeling uneasy, somehow unsettled and frustrated by the sounds of the traffic, he followed the stranger to the entrance of a coffee shop he'd never seen before...there was something strange about this coffee shop, it contained the usual forty to fifty men on phones, smoking cigarettes, drinking cold, over sweetened expressos, but something was wrong, was that laughter over him? He took out his phone and entered the coffee shop.....

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.....he opened his Facebook app, but forgot the password which went to his new Facebook page. Abdelhak decided not to worry cause hark, he had a new Skype account too! Shockingly though, the new Skype account would not come on! It was still not a problem for the lad, Abdelhak, cause he had a Viber account under several phone numbers. He had to be careful though. His 1st cousin, also his betrothed, had her picture appearing at random on his Viber profile account. If his “new soulmate” in Paris accidentally saw a woman instead of a rugged, handsome football superstar as his profile pic, she may cancel his latest all-expenses paid trip to a Paris! Oh the horror of that thought! The jeans, full of more holes than the original six, were on their last days. The t-shirts were full of just as many holes, not as many holes as in his teeth, but certainly getting close! The solid sterling silver bracelets had been sold long ago....bus money was needed to visit other victims who randomly showed up in Tunisia. What, oh what, was the rat to do? An all-expense paid trip to Paris, the fashion capital of the world! He just had to go, no matter what!

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Abdelhak stopped in his tracks. Was it possible? Each computer screen in the shop showed a different victim starring at him. Suddenly his poor rat mother stood in front of him, screaming: "I'm looking forward to the Apocalypse, since it's apparently the only way, that our rat family won't have to pay back the money you scammed of your victims" Abdelhak went white in the face. After all the good he had done for his family - was he being kicked out like a sewer rat?
 

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Abdelhak stopped in his tracks. Was it possible? Each computer screen in the shop showed a different victim starring at him. Suddenly his poor rat mother stood in front of him, screaming: "I'm looking forward to the Apocalypse, since it's apparently the only way, that our rat family won't have to pay back the money you scammed of your victims" Abdelhak went white in the face. After all the good he had done for his family - was he being kicked out like a sewer rat?
He held his head down in shame, not for the victims cause a narcissistic sociopath feels no remorse or empathy, but for making his dearest Mummy ashamed of him. He failed her. She slaves over a hot stove all day to prepare his meals, changes his bed, cleans his room, washes his clothes,......all he needed to do was just “bring home the bacon”! He found “the bacon” his “cash cow”... a vulnerable, trusting woman, Judith, on the other side of the world with no idea about the world of rats and bezness. Perfect! The family was happy, all approved, until one day.....
 

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.... the shit hit the fan. He tried to put his arm around his rat mother's shoulder, but she would have none of it. He simpered "Was I not your golden boy, the star of the family? I'm saving all my teeth, the Tooth Fairy just got delayed a bit. Everything will be fine" You silly little rat, said the mother, first you have to get new teeth, then you get a new victim. Remember last time, when you told the victim that your teeth got eaten by Harissa, she did not believe you for a second. Abdelhak ruminated, fuck fuck fuck, to him it had sounded like such a great excuse. What to do next
 

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Abdelhak was stressed, he wanted to kill himself....had his mother really turned on him? She who had raised him, pimped he and his brother's out to foreign women, she who had so many new material items because of them....was he hallucinating? Was this for real? What was going on? Surely he was still the pride and joy of mummy, she who had pampered him like a prince.
Abdelhak felt his tummy tense through stress, he knew he needed the toilet. He'd gotten used to a lovely, butt massaging toilet in Japan...Tunisia could not compare, but through his own devious behaviour, the beautiful Japanese toilet was now out of his reach.
After relieving some of his stress in the toilet, he used the cold water, rusty old hose and two fingers to clean himself, there was no soap....but this was not a problem, he just rubbed his fingers through his over gelled hair....and braced himself to go out and see if mummy was really there...or was this a bad dream?
Abdelhak gently eased open the broken, dark wood door and peered around....thank God his scammed glasses allowed him a good view, because there were cats!! Big cats of many colours now looking at him from the screens that had previously showed the images of his victims.....
 

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Abdelhak was stressed, he wanted to kill himself....had his mother really turned on him? She who had raised him, pimped he and his brother's out to foreign women, she who had so many new material items because of them....was he hallucinating? Was this for real? What was going on? Surely he was still the pride and joy of mummy, she who had pampered him like a prince.
Abdelhak felt his tummy tense through stress, he knew he needed the toilet. He'd gotten used to a lovely, butt massaging toilet in Japan...Tunisia could not compare, but through his own devious behaviour, the beautiful Japanese toilet was now out of his reach.
After relieving some of his stress in the toilet, he used the cold water, rusty old hose and two fingers to clean himself, there was no soap....but this was not a problem, he just rubbed his fingers through his over gelled hair....and braced himself to go out and see if mummy was really there...or was this a bad dream?
Abdelhak gently eased open the broken, dark wood door and peered around....thank God his scammed glasses allowed him a good view, because there were cats!! Big cats of many colours now looking at him from the screens that had previously showed the images of his victims.....
Abdelhak sat with his back to the door, a mistake he would live to regret. His mother had left shouting words of abuse, he shivered at the thought of her disapproval. He buried his head in his red sore hands, his nails chewed and broken. He had been told by the stranger to wait. He waited for what seemed like hours but in reality was just minutes. His fear grew. Behind him on the street a car drew up beside the Curb. He didn’t hear the three men approach his table. His body tensed as he felt a hand on his shoulder. A grip like steel he could not escape from. The man said in a commanding voice SIT, he sat and faced Abdelhak who by now was aware of the two other men stood beside him. In the coffee house men got up quickly and without a word left. The owner left pulling the blind and closing the door behind him. Now Abdelhak was alone with the three men. The man looked at him and said; I am the ghost of Christmas past.... I’ve been waiting for you...
 

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....first me, then Khaled and then Abdul. Just kneel over there and open up View attachment 38233
Abdelhak could only pray he'd cleaned himself adequately with the cold water from the rusty old hose....he desperately needed this dinar to top up his internet allowance on his phone.
He knew his only hope of pleasing his mother, was to try to contact the victim in Paris again, he must please his mother, nothing else mattered.
Abdelhak was quietly confident that he could convince the lady in Paris that he is 'different', that after just ten minutes of Skype, he knew she was his love for life....he just had to make her understand that the lady from Japan that had contacted her, was just a bitter, jealous, alcoholic ex....he knew he could do this, but first, he must earn this dinar.
He prayed that they did not mean for him to open his mouth....he could not risk anymore teeth falling out.
He kneeled and tensed himself up, he heard a snap....the toe divider on his best flip flops had snapped....
 

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Abdelhak could only pray he'd cleaned himself adequately with the cold water from the rusty old hose....he desperately needed this dinar to top up his internet allowance on his phone.
He knew his only hope of pleasing his mother, was to try to contact the victim in Paris again, he must please his mother, nothing else mattered.
Abdelhak was quietly confident that he could convince the lady in Paris that he is 'different', that after just ten minutes of Skype, he knew she was his love for life....he just had to make her understand that the lady from Japan that had contacted her, was just a bitter, jealous, alcoholic ex....he knew he could do this, but first, he must earn this dinar.
He prayed that they did not mean for him to open his mouth....he could not risk anymore teeth falling out.
He kneeled and tensed himself up, he heard a snap....the toe divider on his best flip flops had snapped....
Oh no, Abdelhak’s flip flops broke, his jeans were tattered, his shirt was holy, his teeth were dead or missing, but he dared not declare himself defeated.....Defeated by a woman....a foreign woman? No, never! He had to quickly get money. His cousin was waiting on her gold ornaments and accessories! Would she still look at him long enough to conceive his 10 kids since he was losing teeth quickly? Of course, she will cause after all, blood is thicker than water! He still has his trophy 72 virgins awaiting him as reward for scamming and getting the last laugh on his 72 unsuspecting foreign women! There is justice in this world afterall, thought little Abdelhak. He may have been born into a dusty, little town in the southern part of Tunisia, but he’s become such an international expert. He’s used women from Canada, France, the UK, New Zealand, USA, and his prize catch, a dumb American living in Japan, who was never onto any idea of bezness and rats! Now, on to the next victim....Japanese eill be good! They are even more naive and have such big hearts. Thanks to Judith, Abdelhak knows some Japanese to tease and flirt with his new victims. Mum will be so proud once again of her prized prostitute son! Dad will say....”a chip off the old block”! Who shall be welcomed into the Rahali’s house next? Little Abdelhak’s bed has had more women than a Motel Six! Thank goodness the walls can’t talk do Abdelhak gets out his phone and.....
 

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.....takes a selfie of himself in his kneeling position, he plans to tell his new victim he has fallen and broken his leg, he needs an operation.
The three men were laughing, they were speaking to him in Japanese, he was still haunted by the vision of all those cats in the coffee shop.
What was wrong with his life? How had things gotten so bad? Inshallah, Allah will help him.
After kneeling for twenty minutes, Abdelhak still had no idea why he was kneeling in front of these men, they were circling him like flies round shit....what did they want from him? Who could help him? Could be win over Judith from Japan? She would help him, she had given him a good life, he was sure she would help, but what he didn't know, was that Judith had plans....."revensh" was on the horizon....karma was imminent...
 

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Finally Abdelfuck has an inkling what the japanese gentlemen are saying. one wants to take a sledgehammer to his teeth, one wants to use pliers and the third one want to play russian roulette. He had heard about the Yakuza before, but he had not known, that it is an international organisation. When he hears them talking about "when the teeth are gone, the tounge is free to play", he gets a little bit nervous but - a dinar is a dinar....
 

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Finally Abdelfuck has an inkling what the japanese gentlemen are saying. one wants to take a sledgehammer to his teeth, one wants to use pliers and the third one want to play russian roulette. He had heard about the Yakuza before, but he had not known, that it is an international organisation. When he hears them talking about "when the teeth are gone, the tounge is free to play", he gets a little bit nervous but - a dinar is a dinar....
And so he shuts his eyes, grits his remaining brown teeth.....and awaits the inevitable...
 
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