Lethal VisionA Story by Iman A.elazimA special personal experience
Lethal Vision I was fussing and turning that night as if my body was combined totally to my soul and mind on a one way journey to a place beyond reason, which never had been motivated by any of my acknowledged senses before. Thus can’t be compared to any logical place I’ve ever known, seen or gone to ever in my entire life. Was it a dream? May be, it was a blender of a magical out capturing scenes and an old movie shown in black and white. I saw my father’s picture hanging on a wall vivid with life and energy, but I was sure deep down in my sub conscious that he is already dead; He no longer exists in same life of the awaiting to be mortal humans, we’re talking about a soul not a creature with a body. Hanging on the same wall a calendar showing the date of the day It was 30th of January, standing by my side was both my brother and his wife, they were talking about my late father and wondering how my brother was lucky to arrive just two weeks before his death. I was wondering whether I am awaken or asleep, the only feeling spreading within me was completely haunting my being like blood swimming in my veins, dipping me inside a hole of vacuum shacking roundly, a caravan swinging in the air suspended in time and space. Will dad die soon, when and how, but my brother can’t be with us right now, he is facing a lot of financial problems in our country which made it impossible for him to arrive safely to accompany us. Questions were crushing through the passage of my mind with random sequence, this is all out rages, it’s not true, it’s just a false dream, and I’ll wake up on my father’s footsteps towards his room. I woke up that night shivering from my head to my toes; my mouth felt very thirsty my throat was burning like a bowl filled with water. My head was dizzy as if I was shaking it like a tree facing a furious wind, I felt unconscious to the ground beneath my feet. I stepped outside my bedroom to check on his room, his bed was empty, suddenly my heart fell from the roof to the bottom, but I heard a noise coming from the kitchen, I went reaching the voice dragging my legs in a desert of endless heavy sand. He was standing there in front of the cattle pouring hot water in his mug so as to drink tea; he smiled his adorable shinning smile that filled my heart, soul, my whole being with light and warmth. What was this resentful vicious dream? no it’s a night mare coming from the darkest side of the demons land invented from their bloody wicked minds, from hateful souls, from pure existing evil. Now, I think of this dream as a premonition captured from future tense, a soft lethal vision aroused from hills of heavens, found on a spectacular promise land God has preserved for us to enjoy the bliss of purity, honesty, truth, lightening soul, glomming nature practicing all the methods we participated in our mortal vanished life which we must go through as a trip taken to reach upper heavenly frontiers. At the exact day of the 30th January, father died, my brother attended his funeral just as I saw, in my foretelling crystal ball hidden mind. © 2008 Iman A.elazim |
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1 Review Added on May 13, 2008 Last Updated on May 13, 2008 AuthorIman A.elazimCairo, Middle East, EgyptAboutI,m 44 years old , Egyptian woman , writes scince 1995. Come from an artistict family ,my father is a musician , my brother also writes plays . like nature, sea shores, children and cats. Wish.. more..Writing
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