still i m a writer

dear friends , this is my first story in writer babu. when i was 9 years old. one fine morning while i was on my bed, one of my friend came from outside of the house calling " usamusa , usamusa". it was heard by one of my brother. he asked my friend what are you calling about. he replied: i am searching your younger brother usamusa. my brother laughed loudly and replied he was not usamusa. his name was yoosuf moosa. The thing happened was when he pronounced my name yoosuf moosa, the sound comes like usamusa. hehehh