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A young fella

A young heart, with broken soul went to mountain, as if he could find peace moving away from people and everything. One week passed, he barely eat or drink. His soul poured with so much pain, he didn’t even notice when the sun rises, when the moon shines around the stars.

Eventually, he had to concentrate on arranging foods, made a shelter to bring a bit of comphort, so that he could cry upon his painful memories.

A months later, he thought, the memories doesn’t bring any value, other than giving him pain and suffering. He wanted to erase memories. And so he started thinking about finding a way, to erase every pain he has in his heart.

Three months later, he realized, he had given so much time remembering all his pain, they no longer giving him the suffering he used to have months ago. He spent another month thinking how that happened, why the memories doesn’t hurt him as much as it should.

One day, the young fella, who still have a broken heart, went back to his home. And started living like many others, as if, he could find peace among the people.


That’s all I know about that lad. I do not know what he realized, or, what happened to him afterwards. It’s up to you, if you’re curious enough, feel free to think and make your assumption, or, realization- whatever you name your finding.

Here, I am going to go sleep on it, tada!

Omaar Osmaan aka Oo.


Tale: Kidding

Tale: Kidding


“Hi little buddy!”

He gives me a look. Keeping his jaw a little closer to the sky. May be that little word he doesn’t willing to accept!

“What are you doing?”

It’s a off-day morning. This neighbor kid took my attention. He borrowing water from a little pond besides that walk way with a jug and dropping into a tiny hole he dug on their lane.

“I’m doing science!”

His answer sounds as if he’s inventing how not to alert my question.

“Science? How sir?”

I’m obviously curious. Willing to join the fun!

First he emptied his jug to the hole. Then took a straight look at me, a lengthy one. His jaw being upfront to the sky and eyebrow a little smashing- whether to answer my curious question.

Finally looks like he decided.

“See that pond- that is around twenty meters, square. This tiny pond I’ve done is twenty square inches.”


“But I’m yet to fill it up with water. To do my next step I need to fill it first.”

“Then? What next step?”

“That’s the science-”

Little buddy started filling it again. Kind of forgetting me!

“Okee! I’ll help you. Give me the jug and sit there, boy!”

It took many minutes. And tiny pond finally holds water in it.

“Now what?”

Little buddy stood up, went to his house and get back with a little turtle!

Then that turtle goes into that tiny pond. He put some stick and makes a boundary- he actually playing with it!

“You didn’t get it?”

Little buddy having a curve in his face, his shiny teeth having, sort of, evil laugh!

“No! What science are you getting here?”

“This turtle really can live both in land and in water!”

© Moonomo, 2012Image

Disclaimer: It’s a tale of someone whom I don’t know, whom I never met. In plain English, it’s a tiny tale.


Tale: Debt

Tale: Debt


“How much do you need?”
“Not much. A little would do. I owe lunch for two days to the guy next door. I owe few cloths to my roommate- just need to send to laundry.”
“That’s all?”
“Hm- I owe few bucks to landlord for the rent. And I had broken his doorlock few days back.”
“Anything else?”
“I could have a tour in Hawaii. You know…”
“Oh well!”
“If you don’t mind, actually, I wanted to visit Himalaya. I would definitely meet those great Gurus.”
“So- how much do you need?”
“Do I have to pay you back soon?”
“You do not have to think about that now.”

Damn! It took few moments to understand- Someone knocking the door. I just woke up.

Those are my debt, and still is my headache!

© Moonomo, 2011Image

Disclaimer: It’s a tale of someone whom I don’t know, whom I never met. In plain English, it’s a tiny tale.


Tale: Artificial Intelligence

Tale: Artificial Intelligence

(Artificial Intelligence)

Once in a while every single person feel hundred percent positive. Once you struck by the positive influence- your chest lose weight- you taste fresh air all around. And the person in you feel all the love this worlds can hold for all possible things.

Once in a while every individual feels otherwise, hundred percent negative. Once you struck by the negative influence- your chest carrying something large on it- you taste the salt. And the person in you see every fault in all possible things.

No matter what side of the coin you’re sitting on at some point- you know- Life isn’t fair every awhile. Life is great to live. It’s relative to- You. All that matters to you is- You.

Always it’s about you. Your vision and mission and the success and the failure- about anything that only matters to you. Who you are? A human? A selfish?

Just another living entity?

© Moonomo, 2011Image


Tale: Date

Tale: Date


We’re sitting besides the lake. Not far from trees. A walkway behind us. This bench is our favorite.

Sun still bright. Sunshine playing with yellow leaves. Trees about to lose them.

“So, how was your day?” She asked and like always she smiled.

“Today is a great day!” I give my big face. “I was late at morning. On the bus, found I didn’t bring my wallet. And the keys.”


I love how her cute face throwing the word. Her eyebrow gives a stunning look each time I tell her about those mistakes.

My smile get bigger. “I was thinking about you!”

© Moonomo, 2011Image