Abu The Feminine Young Kid 3

The television was set on CNN when a "late breaking news" logo appeared. The picture was a live shot of a warehouse near Baghdad where the announcer said a marine platoon had encountered hostile fire while responding to a situation involving the Fedayeen. Details were as yet unclear but then the picture showed the back of the warehouse where a small automobile had sped out of a garage type door trying to escape. Suddenly the marines were firing at the auto, which in-turn exploded in a fire ball. As the events took place a sudden dread came to my heart. For I had recognized the car. It was Omar's taxi. The t.v. picture had shown a glimpse into the car and I knew at once that Abu was the passenger.

There was of course no hope for survival. Abu, my young Iraqi boy was gone.

That evening, Rick comforted me as best he could. Finally early in the morning I had managed to fall asleep. When I awoke a few hours later, Rick was laying naked next to me, cuddled up to me the same way that Abu had on numerous occasions.

Many more days passed before I returned to the city. Rick, the army reservist, after being chaste for many months, had proved to be a gay lover on par with my former love Peter. In fact, we had made a pact to live together after Iraq.

Back in Baghdad, as I unpacked in my room, the front desk called and told me a young Iraqi youth was at the desk asking for me. My heart leapt with joy. Surely it was Abu and I had been wrong about what I had seen.

I bound down the stairs, not waiting for the lift. Approaching the desk, I looked for Abu. But the only Iraqi boy I saw was younger and taller than Abu. The receptionist indicated that this was the youth who was asking for me. His name was Abdula. Now if Abu was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen, Abdula would be a close second. Nearly 6 inches taller and 30 pounds heavier, Abdula was even more feminine looking than was Abu.

I took Abdula into the restaurant at the hotel. Sitting at a private table, he passed an envelope to me. As he did, he broke into tears. I read the letter that Abu had left me. In it he told me of his family history, his induction and initiation into the Fedayeen. He told me that the day he disappeared, his and Omar's "cell" had been called to the warehouse for a meeting and that they were to be prepared to begin suicide bombing missions. I surmised that is why the car exploded with such fiery. Near the end of the letter he told me that Abdula had been his "wife" when he was at university, and that he had asked Abdula to look after me.

When I looked at Abdula, his eyes were still red. He saw that I was finished and told me "I loved Abu, Mr. Bush". I told Abdula that I too loved Abu.

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As we walked out of the restaurant, Abdula took my hand and said "I will be your boy now. And do not worry, I am not Fedayeen".

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