I Chose Peace

Abdul-Aziz Ali. could feel respect for instead of pity. "Good morning, young man,"
yells this robust gentleman from across the road and waves with the chauvinistic
pride that most alpha males possess. Two beads of sweat make their way down
his bushy blonde eyebrows to his long inwardly caved nose. "He looks like a wife
-beater," James thinks to himself with a smirk before waving back at him, feigning
nonchalance. Seconds later, he notices his father opening the driver's door of the
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