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  • This World Is Yours

    This World Is Yours

    Allow me to take you on a journey with me. Close your eyes and let your muscles in your face and your breathing do a slow drop. Now with your eyes still closed, allow your mind to clear. If your mind is clearing as it should your head should drift. Once you are there, go into the wonderful world that is created in your head. This world is whatever you want it to be.

    Maybe just a feeling. Maybe Peace. You decide. It is a place inside of you that is your safety net. Design it at your will. When I visit my own, it is a blank space. Sometimes the color is black or black pierced with the light around me. When I do this sitting right in front of the computer screen, it is black pierced with white and red lighting. Then the vision of my choice begins.  

    Walk and Talk With Me

    As I am walking down the road in this place It is nighttime with the stars and moon lighting the night in the most beautiful way. Looking to my right I see a body of water similar to a large lake. The water is beautiful with light from the moon glistening over the water. I walk toward the water bare feet. The sand beneath me is perfect and free flowing. My toes press into the sand so easily and the sand releases my toes with the same ease.

    The light from the moon glistens all over me. My attire is a loose free flowing all white gown that covers me but is light in every way. Everything is as light as a feather. Finally, I reach the body of water, and I sit down at the edge of it in the sand allowing my feet to ease into the water. The water is clean and perfect. All of the fish and life under the water are asleep. I can look down through the water and see them resting peacefully.

    Allow The Water To Heal You

    I submerge my bottom half body into the water. With my hands I take water and sprinkle it onto my face. Then I just run my dripping hands over my face. Soaking up the peace that lives in this moment, in this water. I sleep until morning. Once awake I pick berries from the tree hovering over me. The sun peeks through perfectly mixing with the shade. I sit there for a moment receiving the gift of sunlight. It feels like power. It gives me power.

    There is a glorious stimulation that I can feel behind my eyes flowing into the back of my brain from the warmth and light of the sun. I start to walk towards the large rocks lining the lake. The one sitting the tallest with the flattest surface is the one I choose to lay upon. The lake turns into an ocean with huge waves. The waves brush water upon me in a very soothing tone. It is as if the ocean has seen me and befriended me.

    A Peace Filled Thrill

    The water then rises and covers all the land and rocks except for the one I rest upon. I am unable to swim but unafraid. I understand that this is the water’s way of saying I live, breathe and speak. My response is just the feeling of being important and special in this moment. Knowing that the ocean considered me. Cooling me. Allowing me to feel the soothing of sun and water all in one. While resting with all of my muscles fully relaxed. With squinted relaxed eyes I look to the sky. Inside of me I am thanking the Most High and a rainbow appears.

  • Underneath A Sound

    Underneath A Sound

    Melizah

                   DING! DING! DING! “ARIAHHH… Could you please alert Irik of our awakening.” Sure why not; it’s not like you will actually attend our morning workings. Melizah, if I am being honest, I am tired of milking the cows alone when you should be helping. At that point, I had to walk away from Ariah. How dare she thinks to open her mouth towards me. She would never understand what it means to be me.

    Looking in the mirror I just gaze at myself.  I am beautiful. Nonetheless, my goal is to be without the hardness of flaws. Therefore, the starting of my 3 hour beauty routine begins. I am an only child, but my aunt and uncle ‘Fuma and Chofi’ were murdered 4 years ago when their small village in Egypt of 90-100 people was taken over by pillagers. Many were taken as slaves and those who would not comply were slaughtered like lambs. Fuma and Chofi hid Ariah in the walls of the horse stable.

    She hid there for three days being tortured by the sounds of slaughter and rape of the people she loved. Then the pillagers left with their newly acquired hostages in tow. It took another two days for Ariah to come out of hiding. I can only imagine how she must have felt upon finding Fuma and Chofi. She was 14 years old and since the day of her arrival I have hated her. The reason is simple, she is simple. There is nothing extravagant or even beautiful about her but she walks around with the stupidest smile as if she has achieved greatness.

    Ariah

                         Oops sorry excuse me, Ariah mumbles pushing through the small crowd of Yisraem villagers after finishing her morning chores alone ‘of course. Thinking to herself ‘this will be the last time Melizah sits in the mirror for hours while my work is doubled because of her selfishness.’  We all must work to play our part in keeping this community afloat.

    I would never understand how she can’t see that my Aunt and Uncle  ‘Suleh and Aveit’ are being made to work like slaves at the brick-and-mortar house. They are the best; which is why King JoLe would never allow them to leave. King JoLe is a beautiful man. The type of man considered to be the average villager girl’s dream. Except mine. I will admit upon my first sightings of him there was a small crush. Although his appearance is of strength and beauty with eyes of a gentle nature.

    It was his speech that captured me. Beauty never swayed me very much but for many of the women here, it is enough. His wisdom and ability to connect on an intellectual level captured me. Before I could fall too deep in love with the image he portrayed, I started to see the truth. He spoke of love and growth while abusing his power with his actions. Today King JoLe is holding an announcements ceremony, and I didn’t get a chance to properly dress after working with the cows. Nevertheless, I am just a few minutes away to being right on time.

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