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WILD ROSE 4 (True Story)

ANNOUNCEMENT: www.thefuraavaru.com updated 23 December 2007

ELEVEN YEARS AGO….

It was the darkest of the nights. The serene of it, defied by the roaring winds and the turbulent thunders. Rainsplattered on the doorsteps of the huge white building that stood amongst the small houses, overlooking the neighborhood.
The front door of the huge house opened and two figures emerged from the rich threshold, their shadows penetrating the darkness that fell upon. With a briefcase in his right hand, the man kissed the woman, whispering goodbye in her ear.
He hurriedly paced towards the car that awaited him, spaciousness and luxury defining it.
Still standing at the doorstep, the woman never let her eyes stray from her partner. Long after even the slightest sounds of the car engine faded away, the woman turned and strolled inside gracefully, her curves well apparent even in the dimmest of the light. Behind the now closed front door, she made her way to her bedroom, and opened the varnished door quietly. Once inside, she kissed the forehead of her little daughter who slept deeply, totally lost in her dream world only to leave the sleeping child at its own mercy, alone. Placidly, she again walked out of her room and closed the door to the guest room behind her; her eyes searching desperately for the reason she was there.

“You are late…”, Aleesha jerked around hearing that husky voice. Her heart leapt.
“ he just left” she hugged the man of her dreams. Her lover. She’d been dying to meet him. Praying that her husband would leave all the sooner.
“ good then…” the man put his arms around her feeling every inch of those well clear cut curves.
And then their lips found each other, in a throaty passionate kiss.

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SIZE DOSENT MATTER

What is the normal size of a penis for my age?
The size of your penis is simply determined by factors, called genetic traits, which you inherited from your parents. There is nothing you can do to increase or decrease the size of your penis -- it will develop into its adult size as you change from a boy to a man through the process called puberty. Most boys start the changes of puberty between 10 and 14 years of age, though a few will start earlier or later than these ages. First, the testicles (balls) begin to enlarge and then hair starts to grow around the them. The penis then starts to enlarge, first in length and then later in thickness. Though there is much normal variation, the final penis size is reached four to six years after the testicles first started to enlarge. READ MORE

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Q: I am a 13 year old girl and im in a relationship which is turning out complicated within seconds. Most of the people are getting between us and creating problems for us. Its really fustrating and i dont know who to believe. My boyfriend begs me to believe him but i dont know whether its him to believe or if its them. And worst of all, i still love my ex-boyfriend just as how i love my current boyfriend. And least of all i keep comparing both of them. My love life is soo confusing. HELP..!!!!!!!!

A by Ihma Well...first of all you cant love both ppl the same way...either you love one or you like the other...love and like are totally different...so you hav got to figure that out first...its a good thing to trust the person you dating...hav you ever cought current boyfriend lieing or cought him doing something that your friends and others say...if not you hav no ryt to doubt him, but you'll neva knw how things turn out to be...so its always better that when you first start going out witha person you HAVE to knw him as a friend first...you HAVE to know each other very well...its a normal thing to compare you ex and your bf...it happens to all most everyone...but you have to know that you should never say that to your bf...if you do he'll be hurt, he'll get frustrated too...no one likes being compared...trust me on that :o)But first you really really need to figure out whether you love you bf or like him...!!! because ppl can giv you loads of advice bt you have to make an effert to work it out yourself...hope this helps... :o)

A by Lovexa First of all, you don’t have to believe anyone! You believe yourself and what you see and experience. If there is anything going on with your boyfriend it is you who will know, because you are the one who is with him… Who talks with him ...He’ll be closer to you than any one else telling these stuff about him to you. Who are they to judge? Or criticize or even comment?? It is YOUR relationship! So only believe your heart, if you see any changes in ur bf… the way he talks to you.. the way he treats you… then maybe there’s a possibility that somethings going on.. But remember don’t just believe what others say. However, don’t even trust ur bf 100%. You should not trust anyone 100%. Even if u do, don’t let him know that you do.
Don’t believe what you hear, always believe what you see with ur own eyes, not thru the eyes of another.
Do not compare ur x and ur present bf. Both of them are totally different people. You’ll only make the situation worse by doing so And you cannot love two people at once. Try to weigh them both. You’ll find out that you love one and the other is just an infatuation.
If you love ur x bf, it means u’re still not over him and is not fair for ur current bf.
If you love ur current bf, then try and forget the past and try to make ur current relationship work.
Before you take any decisions please think twice. Your effort counts.

WILD ROSE 3 (True Story)

Zareen stretched on the sofa, he felt so hungry. Where was that coke Lana was bringing him?? Its been so long since she has gone in the kitchen to fetch him the coke. Why wasn’t she bringing it to him? Didn’t she know he was thirsty too? Although not wanting to miss even a little bit of his favourite show, the little boy got up from his comfortable place on the sofa, succumbing to his hunger and thirst. “ sisyyy!!! …” Zareen’s voice reached Lana, and she felt him coming near.“
sisyy… what .. What’s wrong??... Are you sick??” asked Zareen worried and unsure of himself seeing the hunched figure of his sister beside the kitchen counter.
Lana was crouched low, her limbs closing in on her body and her head resting on her knees. With her hair falling over and covering the most of her length, she looked so vulnerable.
“I am ok. There’s your coke.” Her voice sounded shaky and her hand pointed to the bottle of coke which sat on the kitchen counter; she did not look up.
“why are you sitting there…? Is everything ok?.. Should I call mom???” Zareen asked, his babyishness audible in his voice.
“No, its fine sweetie. Am about to go. Isn’t this the time for your favourite show?... now come on run. You don’t want to miss it!..” Lana looked up, her eyes red and sore.
“Yeah I forgot!” and he ran out of the kitchen, unknowingly leaving his sister in an abyss, alone.
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It was past eleven o’ clock in the night. Grandma sat in the living room weaving a handkerchief from the pinkest of the wool. Wrinkles environed her eyes… her eyes that had seen so much. She was a strong woman; one who never surrendered. Significantly, her energy was crystal clear from the efficiency with which she was doing the tedious work.
“Grandma…” Lana broke the silence. She was in her night gown.
“Yes dear.” Grandma replied absently, feeling no need to look up from the so-concentration -demanding work.
“My mother…. Who was she?” it came out as a whisper but one that even filled the silence.
She saw grandma go rigid. Instantly, she stopped the weaving and her head snapped towards Lana, her eyes betraying whatever she was trying to hide.
“Have you been crying?? Your eyes …. Why?? What’s wrong. What do you mean?” grandma was as if searching for appropriate words.
“Who was she to YOU!?” Lana kept on going. She needed to know the truth. If it was ugly then so it be.
“What do you mean Lana? And why aren’t you asleep. And you didn’t answer me. Have you been crying. Come here my sweetie…”, grandma sounded concerned but at the same time shocked too.
Lana walked over to her grandma and sat down on the sofa beside her.
“ was she…. Your daughter..??” Lana felt tears prickling her eyes. She didn’t want to cry.. No.. . not here. Not infront of grandma and not now.
“ of course.. is that a thing to ask… she was my daughter… “Grandma’s voice was so convincing but it wasn’t enough to bring an end to the miseries of the hapless girl.
“She was your step daughter…. I am your step grand daughter..” Lana’s voice trailed off.
“ who told you?... how did this come into your mind.! Your mother was MY daughter. “ grandma hugged Lana.
“ but uncle said.. that she was … she was… the mistake of some woman grandpa dated… and that she was …” Lana regretted her words the instant it was out of her mouth.
“What! Fathih told you?? How come! How dare he!?” anger soared in her voice.
“don’t lie grandma. Please. Just tell me the truth. I promise I won’t hurt….” Lana managed to cry out.
“Your mother wasn’t a mistake…. She was my daughter. I love her more than anything and anyone. And she loved me back,. I was her mother….as she believed and as I did too.” The old lady’s voice was clogged with emotions.
“really??.... when … when did she come into this house.. did you bring her..??” Lana wanted to know more.
“ yes. I brought her. Her mother died when she was only about six years old. your grandpa never gave them their rights and she had equal right to be brought up in this house just as much as Fathih did. … she was the most beautiful thing. ….She never disobeyed me… loved me a lot. more than even my own son…My own blood….. I still remember those nights, when I was sick, she would stand beside my bed, sacrificing her beauty sleep just to make sure I was alright.. no one has ever loved and cared for me as much as your mother did….” Grandma’s voice was filled with warmth.
Lana wiped the tears that escaped from her eyes. She was stronger than Fathih thought. What does he know about love? About affection? He was a monster. All stone and derived totally from all emotions. Lana thought.
He was going to pay for making her suffer so much…and soon..
Lana will speak of his continuous abuses of her. Tonight she had made up her mind.
Finally and for good.
TO BE CONTINUED....
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EDITORIAL

Hey guys and gurls! Welcome to another great update of www.thefuraavaru.com
Our poll until this update, as all readers are well aware of, was about how us teens want to live regarding the fact that most parents do not understand the teen minds. The results of our poll showed that most of us want to live alone. 50% of the voters had voted on having their own flat, followed not so closely by 32% willing to still live with the parents and finally 8% who wanted to live with another relative and 11% who desired none of these.
It is pretty comprehensible, why some of us may want to have their own flats. Pressures relating to various matters, criticism and misunderstandings all lead to some of us being left feeling totally fed up at numerous times. Sometimes it’s these pressures and immature thinking of this society that turns us from good to bad. Even though the country is developing at a rapidly fast rate, with it, its people are not becoming any more mature. It’s still the same thinking which was there even a century ago. Well, most of them at least.
Of course, there is an obvious line between good and bad. And since we are a Muslim society there are some lines that should NEVER be crossed. But sometimes there are variations in drawing this line between the good and bad based on personal opinion. It is thus this that destroys the love and peace in the society. And this is further worsened by harsh criticisms and gossips we have to face and the burden placed on us to ‘fit’ in the society.
And obviously, there can be no people in this universe who love us more than our parents. It’s just some things that need to be compromised. By them and maybe from our sides as well.
Anyways, this week we also took our lucky winner , mariyam meefau to her whale submarine ride. She says she enjoyed a lot. Do see the pics and her comments on the dive
On behalf of the whole furaavaru team I would once again n like to thank mr.umar naseer for supporting our promotion and enabling us to\nmake thefuraavaru among the best. Also, very soon we are planning to hold another promotion n but itl only b possible with ur n full support. So plz keep reading thefuraavaru.com nand we will keep entertaining you! thankx Your Future Starts Here. Dream it? Then be it!
On behalf of the whole furaavaru team I would once again like to thank mr.umar naseer for supporting our promotion and enabling us to make thefuraavaru among the best.
Also, very soon we are planning to hold another promotion but its only be possible with ur full support. So plz keep reading www.thefuraavaru.com and we will keep entertaining you! thankx

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There was a riddle in TheFuraavaru. 303 Send answer and 45 corrected, among the people who corrected we had a lucky draw and the winner was Mariyam Meefau.

Finally On 6th of December Mariyam Meefau and her boy friend dive into deep ocean Without getting wet. TheFuraavaru Whale Submarine Trip. Click here to read Wat she says about the trip.

So readers of TheFuraavaru we have another Whale Submarine trip. Winner can bring anyone person. Dive in world largest pessenger submarine.

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Very soon.. Mezzo will be performing live on the Alimas Carnival stage. The date is yet not confirmed because of the weather. More updates will be posted.

WILD ROSE 2 (True Story)

“What’s wrong with your hand?” grandma asked Fathih, her brows furrowed with concern, pointing to his hand which had a band aid on it.
“Nothing mom…just.. last night….while doing some cellophane work…”, lied Fathih with expertise, his eyes steadily fixed on the girl who sat at the left hand corner of the table. Although she was just fourteen, she looked like a goddess. With long telescopic lashes shielding her big brown eyes with its volume and her full red lips, she was simply beautiful.
She was fiddling with her fork, moving about the eggs on her plate. “Lana?... why are you not eating? You feeling alright.. honey?” , Fathih asked a bit mockingly, knowing exactly why Lana was not eating. It was for the exact same reason that got him the band aid on his arm. It was because of the experience of the night before.
Fathih felt his hand burn from her bite. Lana looked up from her plate, her eyes signifying her weakness and her fury at having to be that way, a little too clearly. READ MORE

WILD ROSE (True Story)

This is the story of a person who is like a second mother to me and a person whom I truly love and respect. She is now about 47 and is laving a joyful life but only after having to suffer through so much. This story, based on her life is entirely true and as told by her. However, the names used are purely fictitious.She felt him touching her. His warm smooth hand made its way up her beautiful legs. Too afraid of what she may have to face, she didn’t dare open her eyes… until the touch of his smooth hand finally became a firm grip paining her with its force. Her screams were muffled as he also had her mouth covered with his one hand. With what felt like all she had, she managed to successfully bite his hand. She screamed in that momentary escape and with that scream he backed away from her, gave her that hungry look and left her room, ever so quietly.

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“Lana....Lana. You alright?” her grandma entered her unfortunately lockless room.“I thought I heard you scream”, Lana felt her grandma’s hand on her sweaty forehead.“It was just a bad dream”, lied the innocent fourteen year old girl.“Don’t worry about me grandma. Go get your beauty rest”, with those words Lana got up and slowly made her way to the bathroom. She locked the heavy wooden door behind her, letting her grandma’s voice fade into the silence of the night. Lana sat on the toilet seat; her safest place on earth. At least he won’t be able to get in there. Lana loved her grandma. She wondered what her grandmother will do if she told her about all this… but no, she couldn’t do that. She simply could not. It will kill the lady to know that her own son was harassing her grand daughter. It was her uncle, Lana thought. Her own uncle was the one abusing her. Violating her innocence. He was the uncle whom she dreaded. The uncle because of whom Lana had to spend all her nights locked inside this bathroom, afraid of his sexual assaults on her. His name was Fathih and he was in his forties, happily married and having two kids, one of them of the same age as Lana. Even then, he always had his eyes on her. It all began when her mother died while giving birth to her younger brother. From then onwards, god knew at what mercy Lana has been raised. And in thoughts like that the night passed. In the bathroom, like every other night in tears and in pain. The beautiful girl had finally drifted to sleep, her eyes red rimmed and her cheeks wet with tears which still shone with hope and tolerance. “Father……” It was a barely whisper“Where are you….” mumbled the poor girl, in her restless sleep.

TO BE CONTINUED....
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