Novels by Łwazi David

Iraq has long reflected cultural diversityBoys and girls generally had to attend separate schools beginning with seventh grade. In 2005 obstacles to further reform were poor security conditions in many areas, a centralized system that lacked accountability for teachers and administrators, and the isolation in which the system functioned for the previous 30 years. That all changed with the new conditions in place of the new government laws and regulations. °●Backpacks on the tables,unpacked and notebooks slightly opened .Every seat seems occupied. Students sitting on the sideline of the passage ,some sharing seats. One can barely fit in the reserved seat squeezing her wa

✒•.I might not remember this the upcoming days. My memory has been fading recently. I can't seem to differentiate between my first name and my last. Kelvin has been calling me Harry. Even at school i am known as Harry. A strange feeling i get hearing my own name, feeling as if some part of me is missing. Before i forget ,i dreamt about the white rose once again. Twice this week but this time i got a place and a name.Garden of Eden and Adelade.Today is the 16th of April i just turned 19. I am Currently living inIraqin the city ofHillah.It might be a coincident

○A world so rare and repulsively majestic. I saw a puppy once ,a brown furry chubby looking puppy with ears too big for its head. Ahead of it were two grown Dogs same colour but one had a white stripe below its neck. It looked like a natural necklace. A male the fluffy puppy was. Named Bob and he had a partner ,a beautiful bitch with white stripes on her upper body. A half zebra and half fox looking bitch. Raven and Bobby had Reese and Max when Raven was on her early days. She had lost all her memories .Jacob said "she would start barking as she saw her grown 'Puppies. "Time is too young to be old". Adelade

All rights reserved.Characters in this book are fictional. The use of grammatical errors is intentional for the need to fulfil the purpose of the theme for this masterpiece. •10 Birds flew upon a gallows tree with no Leaves.As they glanced at a heaven with no Angels to seize.••∆°Ever wondered about the leaves that fell from those Autumn trees. As they tried to hold onto the twigs whilst still floating on air with the need to surpass the force of gravity, falling swiftly to the ground. Just to Find those yester-week leaves laying still as if awaiting trial. Until they lost hope and eventually grew pale for they were once green. Where did they head to?, for a week later

.:.Backpacks? on the tables, unpacked and notebooks? slightly opened .Every place seems occupied ,students sitting on the side-line of the passage ,some sharing seats ,one can barely fit on one of the reserved sit squeezing her way in ."Hey Teddy!”. She looks below with shame in her eyes? as she tries to avoid the mocking greeting aimed straight at her, a chubby girl with curly hair. At the front row there is a single sit left untouched ,'Daniela isn't coming ‘one voice slips but is ignored, the sit remains empty until one girl with red hair walks in with her green eyes aimed at the sit "You are finally here Daniela’s mini Barbie looking girl creates a way for her.At the back of the class lay a group of girls and boys, One has his face covered by a jersey, a football jersey, he seems deep asleep beside him is a slightly tall boy sitting close to him, “Kelvin can you pass me my backpack, that one next to 'Rainbow ‘“.A boy named Chadwick instructs him, the tall boy barely he

He opens the centre of the book, it seems he started writing the book backwards ,for page 10.. Going back were still empty but page 11..were filled till the end, he is surely a writer, could have taken him years to write all that in estimation..(he looks at his surrounding seemingly blue ,he writes ...✒) :.Day...Time. Place..⌚ ÷✒I may not remember this the upcoming days, my memory has been fading currently ,I can't even differentiate between My first name and my last name, Kelvin has been calling me Harry ,even at school I am known as Harry, a strange feeling I get hearing my own name feeling as if some part of me is missing, before I forget ,I dreamt about the white rose? once again, twice this week, but this time i got a p

AdelaideCame a whispering voice ?:"Adelaide¡. "Adelaide¡¡. "Adelaide¡¡¡."⌚Time is too young to be old "Adelaide¡ "Wake up¡.It slips for a second, shadow waves reflections above her closed eyes, it is someone’s hand waving ,Probably checking if she is faking her sleep."She is dead asleep, she better wake up or else, death shall becom

Ow dimension ,why be so confusing? What is this world so rare and repulsively majestic. I saw a puppy once ,a brown furry chubby looking puppy with ears bigger than its head, ahead of it were two grown Dogs same colour but one had a white stripe below its neck, it looked like a natural necklace. A male the fluffy puppy was. Bobby it was its name and he had a partner ,a beautiful bitch,with white stripes on her upper body, a half zebra and half fox looking bitch(female dog).Raven and Bobby had Reese and Max when Raven was on her early days, she had lost all her memories ,Jacop said "she would start barking from fear as she saw her grown 'puppies' and Bobby for she didn't recall knowing them.2 weeks later she was gone(Vanished left no trail),Bobby didn't have ......[Okay let me spare you the Harrison's family dog's story.Have you ever heard a Teacher/Lecture in class as he/she said: “Newton’s law of universal gravitation states that -(Listen intensively learne

Gerascophobia :An abnormal or incessant fear of growing older or ageing(senescence).causing an undue anxiety.*******:The fear of growing up.Age is something magnificent for it builds at the expense of youth.You have been taught to explore love at a young age, Marry below your 40s and settle and commit at 50. Also to plan your future thoroughly because when you get too old to work that will be your queue to retire mate and probably spend the rest of the slow days sleeping and reminiscing of the good ol'days when you were young and wild.Now you'd just wait impatiently to see the promised eternal life, why is that so?. It’s simply because we have grown at this timeline were you had to adjust to the Age protocol. The Age dilemma. We just had to think ahead, with all the luxurious accessories and property that we could attain, surely we could be the happiest amongst men. For it is so soothing to hav

Purpose and fate are two pieces of the same pie.One exists through the other.Growing up, I've believed my existence in this world was to fulfil an activity that has been placed within me. And I've been taught that, I’ve read about that and sadly I accepted it. But purpose is a thief, a seducer, a charming deceiver. If one is born to fulfil a certain purpose he is therefore a pawn to a greater outcome. And that means he is in no control. His choices are predicted and they all lead to the same outcome which is fate. I believe we are all born to create our own world beyond fate, that our lives aren't determined by fate but are determined by the choices we make willingly and consciously. And all those choices lead to different outcomes. And those outcomes aren't a form of a test but are just the existential of the universe. In repetitive form and us being the Author's of our own lives. Creators of our own universe. And I've came to an conclusion of why we struggle to