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Serene
Pandemonium
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Contents
Preface ................................................................................................................................................ 3
ACKNOWLEDEGEMENTS ..................................................................................................................... 3
Dedications ......................................................................................................................................... 4
“BRING ME TO THE LIGHT” ................................................................................................................. 4
“VERACITY” ......................................................................................................................................... 5
“THE IMPERISHABLE BOND” ............................................................................................................... 8
“Faith and Love”................................................................................................................................ 10
“THE DREAM IN THAT MORNING” .................................................................................................... 11
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Preface:
This has been the first instant in my life where I have had the exhilarating experience to pen down
my erratic thoughts, my peculiar perceptions and my enlightening experiences in the form of a book.
I am tremendously proud of myself for writing this mere novel because initially it was a task which I
considered extremely daunting and absolutely terrifying, mainly because I am not much of a writer, I
have experience writing short excerpts and abstracts for recreation, but to put several myriads of
words in such a specific and sequential manner was no easy task what so ever, still I write this with a
strange jubilation in my heart as if I have accomplished a great feat, because writing this book for me
is synonymous to reaching the summit of Nanga Parbat, an arduous task but one which was
tremendously fulfilling.

The theme I have chosen is a narrative style of storytelling, the reason I have chosen narration is
because the story which I have written down is the story of an innocent boy who faces all the
torment this world has to offer in disparate and emotionally agonising ways. These experiences do
not just shape his disposition but also give a brief overview of how his perception and reality has
developed in relevance to his changing views about the world. This story is both dark, agonising and
offers the demons the main character has inside his own mind but also the goodness which his heart
encompasses and all the light he has to offer; even though he has faced tremendous hardships in his
20 year old existence but each instance in his life moulds himself into an individual which is bold,
courageous, optimistic and unnerving, this story is of how this young man develops himself and
learns to never ever give up, never back down and never surrender his individuality, his ingenuity
and his emotional magnanimity.

This story is tremendously close to my heart because it is a reflection of all the emotions that both
my soul and spirit encompass, this book is a personal catharsis through which I have put all my pain,
agony, happiness, and elation into words for my readers to understand. It is something which if any
person reads will be enumerated by the journey, the main character takes to finally reach his
intended destiny. It is a story of empathy, unrequited love, transition and evolution.

Why this story is so close to me, is because it is mine. It is the lens through which I see the world, it is
the path which I have taken, it is the story of how I have lost my way numerous of times for only to
find the correct path by the grace of the Almighty, He sees over every one of us and a lot of us lose
our way, I believe this inherent fault in human beings make us special, make us “Ashraf -ul-
Makhlooqat”, because we learn from our mistakes, persevere and evolve into beautiful and
magnificent creatures.

ACKNOWLEDEGEMENTS
I would like to thank Allah Almighty, Who has provided me with the ability to learn and understand
the innumerable favours and blessings.
I would also like to thank my instructor Sir Hassan Gardezi. I would like to thank him for giving me
head valuable time for inspiring me to write this book. Sincere thanks for help ordination in
extending every possible support for the completion of this project.
I would like to thank my parents and my friends for their motivation and support. Lastly, I would
thank all those who had helped directly or indirectly towards the completion of the project. Specially
my friend Abeer Farrukh for his editing efforts and for his precious time.
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Dedications
I would like to dedicate this book to my Parents, Family and my Beloved. Also all my supporters,
motivators, and especially the ones who underestimated me every time. I would also like to dedicate
this book to my friends as well, because of them I am able to write this piece of immensely beautiful
art.

CHAPTER 1

“BRING ME TO THE LIGHT”

Since my childhood I had been surrounded by many adamantine as well as acumen individuals. My
life had gone through many inscrutable conditions where I had to identify those people who were
actually genuine to me and also discriminate the fake ones in between them throughout the time. I
always felt bewildered inside but portrayed myself buoyant to the outside world. This journey from
which I came through was never easy for me and my mind remained and still remains unconscious
towards the disposition of people, well at least most of the times.

Pointing out the enfeeblement I have in my personality, let me take you to the confounded part of
my life. Though I am a good decision maker but when it comes to choosing friends, I always remain
stranded in a black hole. I sometimes feel people take their decisions from their mind but when the
situation comes on me I realize that I have two systems within my body. I have my mind and heart
working side by side. Being a realistic person the fact is that you always contemplate from your
mind, but I know the heart plays an empirical part when you emotionally attach something with
yourself. For me I have my own definition of my heart in making decisions.

You can only see the authenticity and magnificence of this world if you have the ability to
comprehend things more purely, which only happens when you have a true heart. A true heart is
which cries for others, thinks beyond the materialism and remains wise to all the people it loves.

This might be my plus point most of the times, but your mind never hurts. The only thing that hurts
is your heart. I have always been swindled by the callousness of people. People play and forecast the
bad in them on a wise heart. People remain disingenuous and show malevolence to me. But my
grandmother always told me to be fair enough that love is like a mirror, one day it reflects back to
you. If you love a rock and clean it up every day it might help you to ignite fire or to protect yourself.
Not everyone gets everything in life but I have seen the largesse and good side of people as well.

Some people laud you unconditionally and for me life is like a magnet. Like and like repel each other
but like and unlike attracts each other. So you always have a good time with the ones which are the
exact opposite of your personality. Same goes with my friends as well, I always adore them and I am
extremely thankful to the Almighty that I have such precious gems in my life. Every single one of
them completes my life and soothes my being. My life is all about the thick and thin postures of a
sphere. My belief is what goes around comes around. Be careful how you treat people, what you do
to others has a funny way of coming back on you. So be exonerate while making decisions about
people. In the end things can never always be normal, they are clusters of bedlam girdling around
you. Take your time to decide the optimal people for you. Stay humble, stay calm and wait for the
beneficiations to come to you.
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There is nobody in this world who will bring you out from the dark posture of life. It’s the inner faith
through which you change every bit of life. One should discover himself first and should never stop
dreaming about goals and work for them because one-day God will lead you to a source, the very
source you are always dreaming and working for, it’s the ultimate source of illumination which will
be all yours and will make you shine. Keep it in mind whatever you are going to face in life always be
pious and never disengage from your moral values and ethical background, so keep them high until
you find the way to sky, because a winner never calls anyone except the God that “BRING ME TO
THE LIGHT”.

CHAPTER 2

“VERACITY”
The night was cold and dark as if all the bleakness was dancing in festivity and the clouds were
parading at the horizon like the sentinels of devil guarding the gates to the darker realms. The moon
tried its pinnacle shot but darkness was too over powering and the boorish frosty winds were not
forgiving either.

One boy was looking at the sky to seek help, and he felt like his body was dissolving in his emotions.
The boy wants help; he has faced a lot of hardship in his life. But he is now tired with the cruel reality
of this world. He is a very peaceful child, but people don’t want to see the good in the world. They
want hate to be promoted, love to be discredited. Although the life of that boy seemed very normal
but he has some mayhem going through his mind. He feels inviolable, which further invigorate the
situation. Away from all the jollifications of his life, he is still trying to overcome the hardships of the
world.

What happened to him was unfortunate, if unfortunate could encapsulate his agony. He was
deceived by his beloved, it was his first love. Let me give you a brief over view of his life when he
was in school. It was the mesmerizing time of his life when he met that girl. She belonged to a Syed
family as it was renowned that Syeds are beautiful, she stood more exactly on that point, and she
was a personality of enticement. Whenever he saw her the rhythms of his heart beat changed into
the hall of music. The air felt moving swiftly along his ears whenever he listened to her. The bulging
eyes and the pearl smile made him fall for her. He always jumped up when she smiled on the joke he
made. It is one of the best feelings when you have no control on your senses, and you love
carelessly. The boy was gentle enough towards her that he pampered her all the time, talking about
her beauty and complimenting her twenty four seven was one of his major activities at that time. He
was a boy every girl dreamt of having, someone who would love and care for you unconditionally,
like he did for that girl. The boy was always very helpful indeed. Making the notes for her lady,
paying the canteen bills and driving her off to home was some of his major responsibilities.

But people might not deserve love sometimes. One day the girl came and informed him that her
parents just selected a boy for her to marry. The boy was in complete shock as it fluttered his world
away from him when he came to know about her arranged marriage. He asked the girl about her
choice, but she didn’t answer and went away. Later she told him about the one she is going to
marry, who lives in London and he is rich enough to fulfil all her demands. The boy belonged to a
middle class family and he even begged, implored her parents to wait and let him be successful but
he was unable to convince them. The girl never saw his emotions and crushed every hope of the boy
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when she said that she will only marry that guy who is financially stable and mature enough to carry
out her life.

The problem might not be with the girl that she left the boy instantly, but it could have been the
problem of boy, it might be the fault in his stars, it might be his fate which was unfortunate. The girl
left him for the sake of money. She selected material over emotions. She selected successful over
unsuccessful. The boy promised her that one day he will rise and shine. One day his success will
advocate his hard work. He will prove that he is out of this ordinary world and he is something
special as well.

Now being that boy I cannot put my anguish into words as I feel my heart is in shambles. I feel lousy
whenever I think that I got rejected on basis of my financial situation. But I feel lucky sometimes that
only few have the motivation to work. I have got my motivation to work. The aim is to work on
yourself and never trust on everyone. Never share your beautiful feelings to ordinary minds.
Because only few can have that mind to absorb these emotions. I hope that this boy will get the best
in his life.

CHAPTER 3

“THE UNSUNG STORY”

“DEVELOP A PASSION FOR LEARNING IF YOU DO, YOU WILL NEVER CEASE TO GROW”
(Anthony J.D Angels)
These lines are not just combination of words but a universal truth. Ever since my childhood
I was considered as a diligent and dull student, who was a slow learner, and for others, the
child who could never study, but being a student who is not good at studies was not just the
case for me. Being a brother of a position holder elder sister further aggravated the
situation. There is always an altercation between my mind and heart. Although I don’t have
control on both of them, I always wanted to learn the things, but unfortunately the more I
want to learn and absorb the knowledge, the more our educational system portrays me as a
dull student. I am not a Cramer, but apparently educational stress makes me to do so. And
somehow this kid grows through his learning and a bit of cramming. Children like me who
have more passionate interests are more likely to have abstruse fears in his mind.
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Yes!
I can see clearly what is happening in front of me. There was a time when my parents used
to go at parent teacher meetings. The only feedback they always had was:
“APKA BACHA LAZY HA”
(Your kid is a lazy guy)
Facing the arduous time all alone and being empty to explain the situation of yourself is the
worst part of life, and future worries engulfs your mind every day. But still doing well for
that time and hoping for the sun to shine. Thankfully, my parents never got tired of my
situation. They motivated me all the time. Of course, I also have faced a few people in my
family who used to troll me on getting sixth or seventh position with a percentage more
than 85% but for them they always judged me on the basis of my sister’s result. Being a
brother I always felt good for her but as an individual I still got jealous at times, no I would
not call it jealousy, it was envy, because I wanted to be like her. Somehow I still survived the
suffocations of the brutal education system. Eventually I made to meet all the ends till eight
standards.
Likewise, as a student of matriculation it was now time to show up in high school board
exams. In my mind I am still the same child who was never interested in cramming rather
prefers learning and gaining knowledge. The syllabus looked colossal to me as I could not
learn it by heart. Holding the pen and remembering what I learned, the warrior is all ready
to face future and will win the combat. The combat to cram versus learn. Still resolute that
one day, one day I will overcome the stormy sea of hardships. Fight with fears and will show
a robust confidence in myself.
The journey through was not easy, passing out all the years till your intermediate and having
all the profound thoughts about your past. Nebulous about my future that what if I fail?
What will my parents think? What will be the status of my family if there is no chance of
getting into medical? Let me tell you being the only male kid in your family sometimes gives
you sense of satisfaction, but the reality is that a single child in our culture especially male
has to do a lot, if he is not able to fulfill the expectations, people will create a perennial
situation of a loser through their tongues.
Medical college entrance Test MCAT was one of the major fears of mine. Although my
preparation for MCAT was good but still in my head, thinking about that you can and you
have to face it with full heart. Somehow this so called diligent student sailed his boat from
his initial precarious situation. Surviving the torments of my social circle I started waiting for
my future.
Unfortunately, my name was not on the merit list, realizing that my life is thriftless. Now for
me it was the time to think what is now going to be my fate. Sitting in front of my laptop
suddenly I saw an advertisement of marketing firm came into my eyes, I realized that I
should gain the knowledge what that word means. My time was stagnant. Gaining all the
knowledge, I gathered information about it. Suddenly I found out that it is a good subject to
study, maybe that’s God’s Plan who decided that I have to reach LSE. Sometimes I just
cannot imagine how someone can take a U-turn and get straight to economics from
medical.
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Trust me like the education system I always wanted to study is this, I worked hard and
managed to get good grades, but life isn’t always easy.
Leaving the field of medical studies was not easy but proving to your parents and making
them proud is what you do is the most precious feeling which is out of this world. I am
working hard to prove myself in front of them, that look at your diligent child, look he is now
shinning bright and he will conquer the world soon, but not through cramming but through
learning. Learning to overcome the hardships, learning to take a deep breath at the end and
appreciate him on his survival, and be thankful to Allah who empowered their child to
overcome the hardest time of his life piously.
Chapter 4

“THE IMPERISHABLE BOND”

There are certain events in one’s life which can alter the whole structure of their being. Such an
event occurs to me when I lost my best friend. The person who instructed me to overcome my
indigent thoughts. I always felt to be the luckiest person for having him. Everything seemed perfect
until one day when I heard the apocalyptic news of my best friend’s death. I remember, it crushed
my soul, flattered away my being and portrayed me devoid of life. My life got struck by a night full of
storms which was never ending for me. I was stranded all alone and bewildered to take any actions.
Countless sleepless nights and fears were my only companions of that time. I found myself in
morass, the better I want to come out of this unbearable loss, and the more it absorbed my soul
towards it. What hurt a lot was the reality that the person you played, smiled and shared everything
was buried down in the eternal darkness with just the content memories of your childhood.
Supporting me throughout my academic carrier, through his over whelming knowledge and
motivation was one of the best memories for me. My heart throbs whenever I imagine the pain my
friend suffered in his last voyage. It required some guts to fight with the devastating and horrifying
disease like cancer. But he was a true fighter who fought until his last breath, until one day things
got chocked up. He thrived through the cycle of this world and made his journey towards the creator
of this world. Now being a friend I have some responsibilities although my eyes remained and will
remain full of tears but it was his dream to never see me cry. He knows me far better than myself. I
know where ever he is, he is shining bright and the glow he had will remain the same where he is
now. Distance is the only factor which is falling apart in two friends. Otherwise there is nothing in
this world that can separate us. We were, we are and we will remain the unbreakable. But I wish I
could meet him, hold his hands and say thank you! For being one of the most significant parts of my
life. Giving me the charm to live, a whole new perspective to see the world. To make me brave
enough to suffer the hardships alone and giving me the legacy of the true friendship. I hope one day
we will meet and we will discuss a lot of stories together. Until that time I wish you stay happy
where ever you are, your friend loves you a lot and is infinitely thankful to Allah that you were a part
of his ordinary life and swiftly changed his life through the majestic personality of yours. I hope to
see you at better place and pray to Allah for your better placement in heaven. May you prosper in
the never ending life cycle as you did in the temporary one. I feel immensely proud to call you my
best friend a friend and a shoulder to relay on. I miss you a lot my man and I just wish I could
embrace you, and feel you one last time.
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One last time to meet

Talking you all the sweet

Remembering the day one on the chair

Gossiping the last day on the stair

From the sympathies you gave

To the empathies you wave

Can you please be all mine?

Because it’s one, last time

Calls I made you on phone

Falls I made in school

Fluttering the way out from me

Leaving the journey without me

Can you please hold the time?

Because it’s one, last time

Handling the emotions, I have

Writing the suffocations, I have

Difficult it is to deal

Life isn’t thing to steal

However, how can I change the fate?

Already I know you are on heaven’s gate

World looks shit to me

The damage when hit to me

Control me this time

Because its One Last time

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Being the pride of my life

In the crowd of last light

Taking you away from me

The message it convey for me

Shifting the life way you told

Live young and die bold

Leaving me isn’t the voice of yours

Probably not the choice of yours

Trying to escape the situation

Hope to see you at a better station

Want to see you shine again

Sit with you hear you again

Can someone please reverse the time?

Because it’s One Last Time

CHAPTER 5

“Faith and Love”

I always believe that Allah Almighty has chosen me for all the toughest tasks. Where I have to select
the ways proficient to me. Similar events occur in my life again and again. I feel myself fortunate for
this; I presume that always a good pupil is selected for impenetrable tasks. I remember calling Allah
at these moments and all I can hear in return was tranquillity. But one day my father told me that
privations are like exams and during exam a teacher never ameliorates you. A teacher helps you and
judges you through your progress in those privations so be morally pious if you want to be
triumphant in your life. If Allah gives you everything you have right now, what makes you think he
can’t give you even more? Sometimes you feel slow, and you find it hard to be patient. You can’t
wait anymore because everyone around you is getting everything they want. But you see may be
that is where your test lies. To see how strong our faith is, knowing that your Lord will come
through. Just like he always has and he always will. Remember, when the time is right for you, then
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everything will fall into place for you. In fact, it’s already starting to fall in to place, even if we don’t
realise it.

I inevitably assume that my life can never be uncomplicated. There is always a brawl going with in
me. Now I have a new challenge to face in life. I fell in love again. I think it is going to be my last
love. Let me tell you some characteristics of a last love. It comes from now where, both of the
persons are broken and just haphazardly divulge stories of their sad past. They initiate by spending
time with each other, but eventually find themselves stranded in the circle of requited love. Last
Love is unconditional even a man who is not ready to give his time will get ready if she is the one he
really wants. She swindles my heart away by carrying me day and night. Her imperfections look like
perfect green and resplendent, fairy meadows for me. Trust me, place any barrier to stop this love
but it breaks all the barriers and comes back to you as a part of your fate. She is a mesmerizing
beauty, she is the fire that kindles my soul and sets it a blaze. I really want to sit with her and tell her
that at the end of the day that she is the lady I want to come home to. She is the one I want to tell
how my day went. She is the one I want to share my happiness, sadness, frustration, and success
with. I know we will love, we will hate, we will love again, and during this beautiful journey we will
realize that nobody can handle us better than each other.

A secret to the last love is that it inadvertently happens to you at the wrong time with the right
person. You don’t have any option except to surrender yourself in the flow of this lively river. So
throw yourself in it give your best. But don’t worry if you don’t have any one in your life, you will
have that anomalous one in your life one day.

CHAPTER 6

“THE DREAM IN THAT MORNING”

People say that what a deadpan morning that was. That Morning, filled with frustration,
intensity and truthfulness. That Morning, in which even the Heavens themselves would
become deadpan. But On that rather particular morning of the 12 th years, 12th month’s, 12
weeks 12th day in my anno domino calendar I felt so dazzled that even that beautiful rosy
lush sun wouldn’t shine at me. There was there and then a moment of Silence and I don’t
remember much but it was that very second of that very minute I questioned to myself
“Where Am I? “.
It was a very maleficent place full of drizzle dazzle but I remember hitting time on that
wicked senseless place. Time was not around me it was just everywhere from the cocoa sky
to the Mad ground. And it was at that very moment that I heard a piece of silver maybe
heavy silver cracking trough pans and pots and as I came closer to that dot which became a
figure which became a thing I heard more and more sounds.
On one side those pans and pots began to play in the beat of songs as they sang ‘Humpty
Dumpty sat on a wall’ and it was at that clock strike when ‘All The Kings & Spiders Men’
came rushing down my face that I realized that it was not one thing although it was a dozen
and they weren’t just old pots and pans they were Knights!
As one soldier said in an otherwise catchy tone “All Men here all men preach to save our
Lord And Same Our Beast’ I became crumbled up brutal about spending my time there and
that was deliberately my last second there as with a blink of an eye I was gone this time in a
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place surrounded by Pixies or sorts as I welcomed them into reality. With gentle eyes,
pointed ears and magical dresses I again became unstable but this time, that force didn’t
drag me neither did it transport me.
At least, that’s what I thought as when I woke up I found myself in the custody of a
household as it wasn’t just any poor household, it was a royal one filled with riches to rags
of the cleanest bitter and as I imagined what a world at was I was gone again but this time
to Hell as Satan arose picked me harassed me and set me to that fire I came to know how
Life and Death are not burning hot experiences but rather sweet like twisted cotton candy.
Then I asked myself “One Two Three Four How Many Lives Do You Plan to Have More”? I
Had No Explainable Answer. It was like gobbled into chilly raindrops and thrown into
despicable webs as I approached The Dark grass later unveiling itself to be the hair of a
dragon I had just fought, But When? I kept on asking and asking but as my mysteries rose
out as mischievous as a kid repulsing its parents, I got vanished again.
Be It Rain Be It Snow Be It Shallow Be It High But Soon I’ll Arise I kept mumbling to myself
but after all my wormy travels I was getting closer & closer to this bloody sculpture maybe
Michelangelo’s or maybe Aristotle’s but like winds gone above I vanished again and again
and again and again when finally I came to this house closely resembling The Candy House
from Hansel and Gretel’s world and as I walked I saw pictures of undisclosed things covered
with one living substance if not the only one, Blood.
Be It Rain Be It Snow Be It Shallow Be It High But Soon I’ll Arise, Be It Rain Be It Snow Be It
Shallow Be It High But Soon I’ll Arise, Be It Rain Be It Snow Be It Shallow Be It High But Soon
I’ll Arise, Be It Rain Be It Snow Be It Shallow Be It High But Soon I’ll Arise It Kept On
Repeating itself over and over again in my Mad Mind But Wait! As I stopped into the dim
gospel light I saw a big something maybe the biggest of them all a reflection, one I hadn’t
seen in ages as this one was of fireflies.
And As More Closer Their companions dealt to me I read a letter wrapped in an envelope
with the reading of Christmas day as it went like this

1 Eve
Dear Friend,
After Wondering And Wondering Through These Last Few Years I
Have Found It Hard From Sustaining Myself From That Evil majesty of all Evil…………………
Now, a Scrolls worth of questions arose me with one of them being Who Is This Evil That
They Speak off??? And as this uncertainty haunted my beloved soul as I was drawn out by
something. Now all started making sense from the silver pans to the honeysuckle house I
just could make sense of it whether it was The Pixies Dust or the Witches Houses steam I
was clear as a pimple that what I could remember was true.
Although I had retained all sources of Diorama there was still one think which I was haunted
by and as I kept on thinking and thinking and thinking a yell knuckled out my sensitive ears.
It Was an Animal or a Storm or a brutal drunk man but after a hundred years it all became
clear.
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As I woke up again as Snow Hite From her glass bed, I saw my hair silver, nose twisted and
ears damaged which soon reminded me that I had aged and the funny thing was that all
remained the same keeping in mind my hundred years of attitude revilement all stayed the
same. I was still that person, that person who travelled like waves flowing by. So I asked The
Questioned Where am I? & I got a response. Although not Auditory nor Visual, It Was A
force Like from the Den of Earthquakes that damned me in believing that it was all part of
the same reflection that I saw prior but only this time it was part number 1. So It Took
Millions if not Billions of Years and another Gazillion more till I stopped.
No Wondering Why? Actually although I had remained vigilant and had befriended the
environment around me a key was missing whether it be from The Song of the tickle bunny
the hilarious Humpty Dumpty or The Head Of That Evil Dummy I just felt alone and alone
And alone until I fulfilled my time and rested this time in a place near Dublin where
leprechauns greeted me with the weirdest of gestures but I was safe there I just knew it and
I then repeated some Huss n puss in Gibberish, It May Have Been And That Ought Me
Realize That I was near the Eyes of The Grim Weeper again and that this time, Satan would
take me blessed back in hell but what I expected never happened.
It Was In That Year Of The Second Millennium when I heard a song sounding familiar like
cracks n pots when I supposedly realized that it was that same intensely old song from the
middle of nowhere. A Sugar wet cream wiped my open mouth and it was indeed the most
scrumptious nor bumptious thing had I tasted.
I fled to my Sacred Heart Thanked God and Although I couldn’t see Noah or Abraham after
Jesus, I became assure that God Had been with me that’s the reason I was there, not
become tranquilized in the bitter better pain Loneliness may have brought to some people.
Be It Rain Be It Snow Be It Shallow Be It High But Soon I’ll Arise, Be It Rain Be It Snow Be It
Shallow Be It High But Soon I’ll Arise, Be It Rain Be It Snow Be It Shallow Be It High But Soon
I’ll Arise, Be It Rain Be It Snow Be It Shallow Be It High But Soon I’ll Arise I whispered again
and again as I had done somewhere in my past travels but this time it was a message to god
a question really which assured him that one of his followers had still managed to keep
distance. Distance from the very Earth he created with swift and the first command of hand
and with that very dear message I had given to God I left my heart and swore that I will die
now die like most adults do even though I had lived for ages I had to die.
Soaring Winds Breezing high big stuff soon to arise, I got that dear message from God in my
blazing heart and I slept on my wet dumpy bed in the Dark and it wouldn’t be for even a
single millennium that anyone would here from me again.
Hustling Bustling trees what a quit city DorFolk where I had once lived in my Mother Calling
out For Breakfast and Dad eating his usual daytime Delocalises, I woke up blank as silk and
recognized that What This Dream Was. Where Am I? I asked God But He did not reply and
thereby I knew that this was surely just a night not a day, not an hour, not a week and not a
month just a night although it had felt so much more as every bee on Earth had honeyed
every descendant of Adam & Eve.
1 Eve
Dear Friend,
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After Wondering And Wondering Through These Last Few Years I

Have Found It Hard From Sustaining Myself From That Evil majesty of all Evil…………………
That letter still came to my mind with no defined Meaning because I knew that although life
is long it isn’t that long so as I over read that bloom of mystery, I finally found out
who that Evil entity was………..
Oh where was i… I suppose it was at a time were secrets were being unveiled but now
that I know that I have arrived back on Earth, The foundation upon the godly
Prophets and God himself laid stones upon, now I know that I’m safe maybe from
Satan maybe from Bees, Maybe from Humpty Dumpty but there is one thing that I
have so desirably learned the answer to.
It All may have not happened if that brick was not bestowed on that morning of Eve
That Rather peculiar morning that passed by me and now here when in the
Millennium, my stories seem like Fantasy, Folklore, Misery, lies and so much more
But Still That Morning was a beginning of a new Era, That morning was a beginning
to a new petal, a new bird, a new tree, a new dream, a new inspiration, a new power
, a new story which would have never come true If On That 12 th years, 12th month’s,
12 weeks 12th day, “That Morning” wouldn’t have arose.

THE END