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This story was first written as a comment to Charos' photo; 'Pond hardly noticed by anyone'. I was fascinated with her photos' collection and decided to write a short story based on them. You may click on the links of the photos to check the beautiful photos. I've edited a bit from my first original story.

1. Toqi Zargaron

2. Kettle-like souvenir

3. Dagger

4. A small quaint cafe with willow tree

5. Khoja Gaukushon Ensemble

6. Pond hardly noticed by anyone

7. Safe haven

Her feet were killing her. She was thankful that at least the weather was cool, rather than the normal scorching summer hot. She needed to take a little break after all those non-stop walking in the ancient bazaar - Toqi Zargaron. Even though she was a bit tired, she was happy. She bought a few souvenirs for Mom and Dad. She bought a kettle-like gift for her Mom and a menacing looking dagger for her Dad. She also can't help from picking up a smaller dagger for herself.

Suddenly, she saw a quaint small cafe near the corner. The willow tree near the cafe caught her eyes. Deciding that there was no better time than that moment to take a break, she walked briskly towards the cafe. However, she can't help feeling that she was still being followed.

Fortunately for her, an empty table right underneath the willow tree just had been vacated by a couple. She decided to take that table. After ordering some local cake and orange juice, she took a deep breath and enjoyed the view and people. The city seemed to be familiar amidst all things strange. Once in a while she would caress her pendant and smile.

She wished she could stay much longer in this ancient city, but this stop was not part of her schedule. She made an impulse decision to stop here for a couple of days after reading so much about Bukhara. Grandma's stories about her beloved ancient city made it more poignant to be here. But ever since she reached this town, the feelings of being followed had been intensified. She tried to identify anyone that might be following her, but it was hopeless since everyone was a stranger. Her grand parents had migrated from this beautiful city after the World War II. The only connection she had with Bukhara was Grandma's stories and the pendant given to her by her Grandma.

After enjoying her afternoon tea, she decided to go to Khoja Gaukuson Esemble, another historic place. The place was so quiet that she could hear the echoes of her every steps. Suddenly, while near the hidden pond, she could see a shadow lurking. Her heart beat faster. She looked around, but seemed no one was nearby. Gripping the small dagger that she just bought, she decided to walk towards the shadow. 

Even though she was prepared, it still surprised her when a man jumped at her. She fought with all her might and caught the man by surprised with her fight back. She used the small dagger in her hand and sliced wildly at the assailant. The man howled when she managed to slice his hand. Taking the advantage of the surprised element, she pushed the man into the pond. She didn't dare to look what happened to the man, but just ran.

She ran and ran and ran. She didn't know where to go. People were gaping though no one seemed trying to help. The city was not familiar to her, but when she saw an old mosque in the heart of the city, she knew she found a safe haven.

The End.

This short story is dedicated to Charos who owned and posted those amazing photos of Bukhara. I don't know much about Bukhara, but looking at all those photos, you know it's really amazing and beautiful city. I hope Charos don't mind that I re-produce the short story and posted it in here.