Airport Haunting By Mirza

I met him in the airport and he told me he was a Mirza He had ancestors who had come from Ancient Persia. He was tall, dark, goodlooking and had the typical dark eyes. And when he talked to me, you could tell, he would never tell lies. He was quite a conversationalist, I could tell right away. And seemed to be happy to be there that day. What he told me sent goosebumps and chills up my spine. For he said he had been killed there one morning round nine. I looked at the clock which was above my head. And of course it was nine, but I ask myself, was he really dead? He continued to tell me of a suicide bomber attack. That had happened at that airport, right there in Iraq! He was on his way home when he felt a great blast. The next thing he knew, he saw his body go past. His spirit was hovering just above the ground where he lay. He was looking all around wondering hey, "What the hay?" He finished his story and when I looked around, This nicelooking guy was nowhere to be found. A trip to the library proved his tale to be true. He wanted to tell me so I could tell you. The airport he visits is now his own shrine. And he visits every morning exactly at nine.