He didn’t want to think about it. It seemed hard for him. He wanted to avoid it. He doesn’t want to remember it. He just imagined that it was not what it was. They kept reminding him. He just imagined that it is all false. He felt he is like wave of wind and drop of wild rain lost in midair not being able to unify its soul with thirsty deserts of wishes.
He craved for cure. Nothing worked. He went on journey. He found everything and he lost himself.
He remembered he is man of flesh and bone. He is least in lowest and deeply enslaved in abyss of material faketity. The slaps of time awakened him from the slumber of i-lity. Tit-for-tat smiled rascality of the gatekeepers of insanity.
They told him this is your last chance. He smiled. He wanted to be deported to the land of lost past. Thus man and an ugly man of manation aroused his desire for this world to overcome hunger of hungry bellies. He threw his garbage in blue dumpster, and he took papers of his fate to the butchers of bestiality. He crossed the crosses of cross.
Infidel …..Infidel….infidel echoed every breath even within. Demon laughed…it’s not me this time. He arrogantly told him in Victorian English “There is no cure for the beast you cultivated on your own meadows of serenity”. Behold verily there is no enemy outside even me cursed demon condemn you-you the phoenix of fatality. Burn in your own ashes-even though birth and re-birth are for those who are not yet born by birth.
What it means? He wrote a letter to God through Khuwaja Khuzir as Gabriel was just available to prophets only and he is not prophet this is what he knows till now!!!!!!!
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