Black Widow

When nations become black widows and when castles become dungeons.

Black Widow By Sami Khalil

When nations become black widows, when castles become dungeons…

 

In dreamless state, she hypnotized her victims, who were mainly Jewish men, with baleful glances. In perfunctory ways, she chained them up in her crowded dungeon, to die in agony slow deaths.

A Nazi sympathizer to the bones, and absent not of imperious manners, she dwelt in a secluded part of Germany, in a Gothic castle, broadleaved by weeds, as big as tree trunks, lacking of pleasant foliage. With haunting spider images decking her walls and back of her palms, her windows were stained such, when candles gutter out during nighttime.

Loud peals of laughter rang out through when locking a victim up, while shrieks upon another could be heard echoing through the castle walls.

Insensate, heartless and withdrawn, thoughts on her blank face conveyed the world is on the verge of destruction, and by saving it, she must rid it of “The Jews.” No voiced or written appeals can save them from annihilation, for they had the double advantage of Nazi power and short numbers.

But she forgot or never read that God, in His loving mercy, saved their ancestors many times before for His purpose and to keep His promises. No sordid evil will degrade His pursuits of unfolded history.

While the suffering was happening, a young Jewish Rabbi heard of her atrocities, decided to face her holding “The Star of David”, for it had some divine powers.

She would have German soldiers bribed, to bring her some handsome men to the castle, so she can toy with them sexually, only then to do her odd notion of duty to country by conscious extermination.

The gallantly inspired Rabbi went to the soldiers to be arrested, knowing they will turn him in to her. He hid his large sized emblem (The Star) inside his coat, to the beating of distant drums.

It was a foggy morning, with thick vapors thickening like clouds, when he was dropped off her castle. In his fear, everything seemed larger and nearer, extending above mountains and below valleys. Adrip with perspiration, first glimmers of dawn showed a bird or a beast coming towards him; a man’s hunter I would say. Churches, left in dire neglect, tolled the bells, for it was Sunday, to the delight of the faithful, who failed to condemn Nazism out of fear, but were overwhelmed with the failure of justice.

“I see some glory in you,” she spoke in an abated zeal. “You are my reward tonight. Let us have some good time all day, then I will lead you to your permanent residence.”

Reluctant to her plan, and glancing in awe at this massive graveyard of sorts (The Castle), without traced mourners’ vestiges, he held up “The Star” forward, in noted particularity, thrusting it upwards and downwards, praying to God: “Lord, deliver Your people. Death to the devil, death to Nazism in you.”

With neither resistance nor struggle, she fled as a maniac to the enclosing woods, jumping into the deep well, set beneath brooding willows. There was silence all over, even the night-prowling hyenas were scattered, too.

The drenching fog became the ghosts of the past. Never again, never again!

Reviews

[peter Duggan]

Wow Sami what an amazing story you have given us here. When I read stuff like this I wonder why we human beings are considered so intelligent. So much hatred and nastiness has gone on in this world, and it seems that it can only go on forever. The only answer to me is to look within ourselves and find the the God within each of us as we beam our lights onto others. I think that this world is heading to destruction though. Each one of us is filled with love deep within. When found the true human being shines out. I enjoyed you write, my friend....Peter

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! An amazing message and truth you have shared with us. I'm blown away by your intellect and wisdom. Thank you so much for all...

[barleygirl]

This is the poster child for SHOW instead of tell. I love the way you use a ton of imagery to set the scenes, to deliver the moods, & to weave your complex tale. Even tho your story is about a particular extermination, I couldn't help but think about the various places where people are being exterminated every day right now on earth. It's mind boggling & it drags us all down, even if it's not even touching our lives. I've often thought -- only God, only prayer, can address this mess. In your always-original storytelling, you show how this can happen (((HUGS))) fondly, Margie

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! You are amazing Barleygirl even in your humanity. Please continue to raise your voice and spread your message. If we can change few minds, it will be wonderful let alone the masses. Thank you so much for all you say and do.

[barleygirl]

Whoa! I'm honored by your words *smile*

[Sami Khalil]

:)..............

[Fish]

I love how you brought up the real world. It showed how the real world was. I loved that part where you said "A Nazi sympathizer to the bones, and absent not of imperious manners, she dwelt in a secluded part of Germany, in a Gothic castle, broadleaved by weeds, as big as tree trunks, lacking of pleasant foliage. With haunting spider images decking her walls and back of her palms, her windows were stained such, when candles gutter out during nighttime." This was an awesome description that brought the reader there.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! Thank you so much Fish for this marvelous review and liking. May you be blessed.

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Such a vivid write, Sami! For an instant i was even sure this "Black Widow" was based on an actual person! She reads like an evil female version of Dr. Mengele!

As always, delicious vocabulary used throughout to weave your tale, and what an imaginative tale it is! I love it when a writer takes a portion of real history and adds their own imagination to it in the form of an original story. And you have illuminated one of the darkest chapters of human history with this one.

A chilling and grandly written piece. Very well done!

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! So true and well understood. Thank you so much beloved poet and friend for this amazing review and sharing. Much obliged...

[Alfred Kukitz]

as vivid as evil, cunning beyond the pale of virtue, you take the reader to the brink of a foretold story and yet amaze in stories word play.

regards,
al

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! You amaze me even in your poetic reviews. Much said in few words. Thank you so much Alfred Kubitz for all. See you soon.

[Mrudula Rani]

You would think that woman would be kinder and gentler in any given situation, however deprived they may be.your story proves the wicked are wicked by choice, and gender has no influence on human nature. For example right now what is happening to Rohingyans in Myanmar is an example... power corrupts soul!
Sami, you have taken facts from history and fastened a brilliant story!

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! So true and well articulated beloved poet and friend. I can't agree more. A great example you have given that fits the context of this story. Use the military to get rid of ethnic minorities and then claim nothing is going on. What a pity and hate. Thank you so much for all.

[Mrudula Rani]

My dear friend, You always bring out very important and interesting issues through your writings. Reading your works is my pleasure.

[Sami Khalil]

Same here. Much obliged...

[Lydia Shutter]

A chilling tale, Sami. Seems you are on a theme here....prejudice and how it can ruin us. This is a tale of bravery and how we all need to stand up when we see unjust actions in our society. Again, well written. I prefer your poetry, but you are fast becoming a short story author. Lydi**

[Sami Khalil]

All true and well said. I'm so honored by your visit and continued support. I like to expand my comfort zone if you know what I mean. All rich blessings.

[Lydia Shutter]

Yes, a writer can get stuck in a rut. You are doing new things...and doing them well.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! Thank you kindly.

[John Ciarmello]

I'm absolutely enthralled with you! I enjoyed this piece! And it's content. I envy your style. The old fashion essence of your word structure and vocabulary can not be taught, Sami. That is truly a gift from within. The gothic castle. "broadleaved by weeds" " with haunting spider images decking the walls and the back of her palms, her windows stained such," I love it! Always a fan sir!

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! Million thank you great poet and friend for this amazing review and kind words. You are appreciated as well...