Since i'm not allowed to enter, I'll post what i have here in sha Allah for the story I was inspired to write one morning at 7.09am... a long time ago :embarrass I hope you feel inspired enough to have a go at some creative writing yourself.
One word of advice, once you've hit a block - don't stress. Just save your work and move on with other stuff, then open the file a few days later to read it with fresh eyes and perspective in sha Allah. You will know how to proceed from that point forth. That's what I found works for me.
Ok, so here it is:
Humble
Chapter one: All that we see, or seem, is nowt but a dream, within a dream
Hi. I'm Mr Humble. But I'm nothing like my name would suggest, oh no. Not at all. Not that i'm its' equal opposite either. But I do recall being described as something of an acquired taste. I guess that really is all I have in common with the word, the fact that both - humble states of mind and myself - are acquired. One tastefully, the other,through experiences. Do I make sense? More importantly, Do you even care?
Well, why should you care? It's not like you know me. It's not as if i'm anything like you, right? It's not as if you like the feeling of the sun your back,or the wind in your hair like I do, right? Or the summer sea breeze on the beach? Or the taste of wild honey on freshly baked bread? Or coming home to loved ones? No. We're probably very different. You're probably whatever I am not, probably... given that probability itself is a subjective assessment, and what I may consider probable, you may consider inevitable – or even – ridiculous. Why should you care,and why should I care that you care or don't care? Especially if you don't care? Trouble is, I cannot help but care. That is the nature I was endowed with by God, all my kind is.
Are you still listening?
Well, if you've made it this far, then our introduction is over. Would you like some tea? Or coffee? Just plain water? Sure, here sit down. By now if you are smart enough, you'd have figured out, i'm the better part of you,struggling to come out. A higher value you. A better you. But you constantly second guess yourself even though you are an adult and quite a smart one at that. Shocked, are you not? That I reside within your heart? You want an explanation. Sure, here goes. When I was born, I was named Ego. But over the years, growing happened. You know, you are the one that taught me through your senses and experiences that I was aware. And this awareness has developed into a me who sees you when you yourself cannot see your self, nor me for that matter. Speaking of matter, I am but a reflection of you. Ah,take a sip of that tea. Don't want it to get cold, after all, this is one meeting I've been eagerly anticipating now, for, well, as long as we've both been mutually aware that we were alive.
Ah, you want to know more about how I went from being named Ego to Humble... well,Humble is just an interim name. The next stage up in this naming process for my kind is being given “Subservient”. It's the state I can reach within you if your actions are correct and intentions preceding the actions are correct. I become like a guard then. I don't have to keep learning about you anymore as I won't have to second guess what your motivations are, because you yourself are not second guessing them – I would know that you are intending and taking action with God consciousness and thus - I would be free to be like a shield for you, and in my sphere of existence, I would battle the shayateen from whichever direction they come. Ultimately, my species are called Qareen. We are made of the same substance they are, but we were appointed to each human at birth. Our numbers are uncountable, only Allah knows how many.
Among us, are those who support the righteous, and the wrongful – we are but reflections and guardians of the human we are bound to.
Do not be alarmed. This is only a dream. I have to go now, this effort to make contact with you in this realm of dreams has taken a lot out of me and I have to rest a little. You'll be awake soon. Don't freak out when you wake up.
He awoke with a start,upright and woozy from the strangely non-fading memory of the dream. 3:13am. Two more minutes and his alarm would have rung anyway. It was almost time for fajr, an hour to kill before that meant he could have a quick run, so he jumped into his joggers and grabbed his hoody and keys.
30 mins later he was on his return stretch when he decided he'd get some breakfast from the Bagel Shop. It was always busy during the night hours, they never closed except on Sabbath. Then it would close for a full 24 hours.Otherwise, it was always open. And at night, it was always busy. He took his place in the queue and counted the heads in front of himself. 8 people, he being the 9[SUP]th[/SUP]. Usually he would order a cheese bagel and a tuna bagel with some minestrone soup, but today, he saw they had Pie. Those pecan nuts were his favourite moreish treat and the pie was tempting him. One customer served, he took a step forward and his thoughts drifted to his dream.Surprisingly, he found the details of it to be completely clear, they still hadn't faded. He could not see the person who was talking to him. Was there a face? He didn't remember one. What if the dream was true? What if there is a symbiotic intelligent but quiet life form living inside each of us? And what if, it just made contact with me?he thought. His thoughts began to race. He could hardly notice when the queue had evaporated to reveal only himself facing a blank faced employee “Can I help you Sir?” the question snapped him out of his thoughts, “Yeah uhm I'll take the pie” he replied. “which one?”. He craned his neck to see what pie it was, but his view was obstructed by a line of customers waiting for him to be finished. He tried to recall it but his mind betrayed his tongue “Humble Pie please” was all that came out. The female employee just stared,with a bored yet impatient expression on her face, hands planted firm on those apron flared hips. “The one with the Pecan Nuts” he hastily said. “That's Pecan Pie” she returned back.
Did you like my little joke? I should not have done that, but you was thinking about our introduction and so, I couldn't help it, I saw the opportunity to influence you a little. I assure you, my intentions were harmless, just a little light hearted humour, if you will.Humble Pie. Very funny, don't you agree?
He awoke with a start to find himself screaming. 7:09am. The sounds of traffic from the intersection close to his apartment were a welcome relief and distraction. More than a little freaked, he consciously tried to not recall any part of the dream, but the more he tried, the less he was successful. Thankfully he wasn't hearing voices while he was awake,he thought – and that thought – made him wonder if that was a possibility. The thought was making him feel ill, and bile began to rise in his chest and throat. He ran to the rest room and vomited into the sink. Straightening himself out, while turning the tap on to wash his face, he glanced to the mirror to see if he looked ok. Bags under his eyes. Seven hours of total sleep, broken in half with 75 minute break for the run, fajr and breakfast. Evidently, his sleep has not been restful he thought. Then wondered if it was possible if this symbiot could appear in the mirror as himself. Humble, the Symbiot did refer to himself as a reflection of himself though. A nervous laugh escaped him. He was giddy with the loss of bile and now feeling slightly light headed. In this state, he distracted himself and went about his day. No further freaky events occurred for the rest of it.
There you are. I was wondering if you was upset with me. Well, actually I know you was, but then you allowed yourself to forget. Mankind is forgetful. I'll not have you fail your life purpose though, you are going to have to eat some humble pie. Hahahahaha.
His hand flailed wildly, knocking the alarm clock off the bedside cabinet, the shock of the pain waking him up screaming “PIE”. The laugh still echoing in his ears. “Hey Siri, turn the lights on”, he commanded his iPhone. “The lights are set to 66% brightness”. Sitting up, he grabbed his notepad and pen. I have to write this down, he thought.
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