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Week 4 Winner # English # InstagramStories Today we announce the final winners of weekly " InstagramStories ". Thank you to all the Storytellers and Sponsors for making this competition possible :) Over # Eid our team will be reading each and every story submitted, to see who will win the Grand Prizes from the team at # LGLevant. There'll hopefully be some other surprises, too.

1st Place Prize Book Week 4: "The Lady in 2B" b y  @ Talaahadi 

 "Had the woman in 2B ever ventured in the elevator or adjusted her daily routine approximately 40 cm to the left, perhaps to brave the particularly dangerous act of knocking, then she just might have finally met the very lonesome man of 2A. Unfortunately, being the hypochondriac that she was, thoughts of splinters and door knob unholiness terrified her to no end. she was however, comfortable to believe that 2A had been uninhabited for the past 20 years, as constant television static and occasional sounds of domestic violence emerging from 2C almost completely erased and drowned out any sound or trace indicating human existence in lonely 2A.

Fate and un-serendipity worked against allowing what could have been a depressingly charming duo. Alas, it was not meant to be as he was so completely immersed in self-pity that he had always assumed his neighbours did not want him as a friend. It didn't matter anyway, as their schedules are very conflicting. He punctually leaves home everyday at 9:03 and does not take the stairs, thereby missing the woman of 2B by an entire 2 minutes and 30 seconds. It was never meant to be. Both sighed in their rooms. and wondered how far a companion could be. "

"UNIVERSAL STORY" By  @ Yasmin.kh94

"She loved walking in crowded cities, her eyes always skipped the skylines and and the sidewalks and seemed to find comfort in resting on passersby.

See, she always used to play this game, she would walk past people and collect stories - treasures, as she calls them. She believed that we are all unknowingly writing this gigantic, universal story, each of us adding a small part and that all those small parts would eventually intertwine. And it was her favorite game to find parts of this story. She listened in on people's talks as she walked by and connected bits and pieces of their conversations. Today, she heard a woman gasp "How heart-breaking" and another add from a distance "They raised the tax on the tomatoes", a few more steps away was a child yelling "It's not fair mom!". A young man jogged by wearing a shirt that said "Stand up for a change" and in the corner an old man sat alone with a sign "Times change but we never do". She smiled, wrote down those treasures into her little notebook, then walked home with that same thought on her mind: We're all just tangled stories, anyway. "

"WINDOWS TO A STORY" b y  @ Reematuqan

"For the time being it is only a picture of houses, lying there in the middle of everywhere. Silent windows and trees. In the eye of the beholder, each window has a story to tell, an anecdote that thrives life with more than anyone can ever imagine. She stood there, watching, silently and immensely just wondering on the wonders of life! A whole lot of ideas came crashing her mind, more than she can ever handle. She keeps looking brightly at this world. Everyone sins, people are meant to sin, everyone learns, people are meant to learn, everyone moves on, people are meant to move on. Certain things she was positive about: life will always goes on holding in its ties all beauties and odds! You just have to choose the right bundle. For everyone she has in her life, she is grateful. For every story, she is mindful. Rapid resolution are fair: peaceful mind, peaceful heart, good relations with everyone and positive attitude. She is too sure that life has more to show, more to offer.

Hold on, keep moving, keep spreading goodness and life will attract a peace of the mind! Keep loving, keep helping out and remember, by this you are giving way hard to your own soul. She uttered those words and moved quietly, knowing that deep inside, there is this muted soul, kept inside, no one knows about, except for one .. Maybe in another life. Maybe in the same universe but not now. It is simply not meant to happen now. "

"BOOKSHOP BALAD" By  @ Officialsarahphotography

Today I was in the downtown which is located in amman on the 7 mountains. As you can see in this picture, in every street there are two or three small shops selling uniqe books in cheap prices owned by a very old nice man probably having a big beard and wearing eyes glasses

* Lets imagine these shops were located in every street of this perfect city, how perfect would it be? :) 

"GAZA" By  @ Lasaab626

" He sat atop a mountain, hugging the plastic bag of his belongings to his chest, looking for some sort of Condolence. As he looked out at the new city beyond him, he stood amazed by its beauty. He was caught up by the Stillness of the air, and how little fear the people beneath him felt while walking along the street. A memory flashed into his mind, of a time when he once walked along the street carefree. He was asked to buy water for his mother, for she had just given birth to his younger sister, and he was ready to step up to the big brother role, and help his mother with anything she needed. As he was walking down the street, thinking about how tiny his little sister's fingers were, and the way she'd shed a small smile whenever he looked at her, he almost didnt notice the loud crash behind him. It was only after he heard screams and cries that his little sister's face faded from his mind, and he began to see the reality before him. He ran back frantically along the street he had just walked, only to find rubble and rock covering what he knew to be his home. "Momma!!" He cried, "where are you?"

He searched frantically for his mother, and he almost missed the white floral dress of hers which was no longer white, but rather black with rubble, and red with the blood racing down her head. He screamed when he saw this sight, and rushed to take the rocks that had fallen onto his mothers body off of her. He tried pulling his mother out, but her body was too heavy for his scrawny 5 year old arms. Finally, giving up the struggle, he hugged the lifeless body of his mother, hoping she could feel the strength of his love, and hug him back. The memory slowly faded from his mind, and he wiped away the tear that would crawl down his face, whenever he thought of the joy in his mothers face when she looked down at his baby sister, and then, moments later, her lifeless eyes which would never see joy again. He hunched up his shoulders, and stood on guard, as living in Gaza had taught him at an early age to do. He glanced once more at the new city infront of him, and turned away in search of something to eat, as his battle at survival would never end. "