READ A RIVETING STORY LATELY?

3 sex drugs & islamREAD A RIVETING STORY LATELY?

SEX DRUGS & ISLAM by former fighter pilot and renaissance man Dari Ghaznavi reads like an epic action story by the writers of incredible hits like “Die Hard” and “Top Gun.” It’s action, adventure and unforgettable pathos and passion all rolled into one!

You can check out the non-stop thumbs-up reviews on the amazon page for SEX DRUGS & ISLAM and learn why Dari’s life story is one you’ll hate yourself for not reading and experiencing. Here: http://amzn.to/1IOm9aO

And here’s a dramatic, thought-provoking excerpt from SEX DRUGS & ISLAM to get you sensationally started!

“During the first few months, maybe even the first few years, after my near fatal injury, I was numb with pain. The uncertainty and the reality of living the rest of my life within the confines of a wheelchair was chilling. I was shell-shocked by the catastrophic incident. Gradually I acquired calmness of mind and some humor to accept this as a humbling shakedown by the powers-that-be. I had been living too good of a life.

I was suddenly shy. My heart moved through silent but deep waters. Nothing and no one interested me or made me very happy. I remained tough, but confused, a sad and tragic state to be in. I wanted to to be a good example to my children, who were grown up now. It broke their hearts to see their father in such a horrific state. I reminded myself that it is not what happens to you, it is how you respond to it, how you deal with it, that must be the true measure of a man or a woman.”

Excerpts from a Dog & Cat’s Diary‏

This is very cute, be sure to read past the dog’s diary to read the counter points by the cat…..those of you that are animal lovers will get a kick out this! 

Best to all,

Patrick


Excerpts from a Dog’s Diary……

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8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing!

9:30  am – A car ride! My favorite thing!

9:40 am – A walk in the park!  My favorite thing!

10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite  thing!

12:00 pm – Lunch! My favorite thing!

 1:00 pm –  Played in the yard! My favorite thing!

 3:00 pm – Wagged my  tail! My favorite thing!

 5:00 pm – Milk Bones! My favorite  thing!

 7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favorite  thing!

 8:00 pm – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite  thing!

11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

         

 

    and Excerpts from a Cat’s Daily Diary…

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Day 983 of my captivity…

 

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre  little dangling objects.  They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.

 

Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

 

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.  In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

 

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.  I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of.  However, they merely made condescending comments about what a ‘good little hunter’ I am.  Bastards.

 

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight.  I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event.  However, I could hear the noises and smell the food.  I overheard that my  confinement was due to the power of ‘allergies.’  I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

 

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking.  I must try this again tomorrow — but at the top of the stairs.

 

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.  The dog receives special privileges.  He is regularly released – and seems to be more than willing to return.  He is obviously retarded.

 

The bird has got to be an informant.  I observe him communicating with the guards regularly.  I am certain that he reports my every move.  My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.  

For now…!