was not going to let up. Awards of plaques and laurels dropped in like free-falling apples rattled by some severe storm. To say that Abdoullah was not overwhelmed with such an outcome would amount to telling a blatant lie. The preliminary report of his research work was so greatly received that he got a grant which would enable him to carry on with it, encouraging Abdoullah to get on with his work. He had hoped that it would end up in a big scientifically beneficial breakthrough. The Nobel Prize was hovering at the back of his mind as an exciting prospect, and it urged him to go on against all odds.
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He worked on and on until he got bitten by a bug that has become the scourge of the most tragic heroes down the annals, which history reserves for mankind. This was no bug other than ambit
