Magians are people who used to worship fire, just in case.
[June 20th : 4:25 pm]
I had the heart shattering phone call, My brother, Zaid Shakir is all ill, I raced my heart beats to him with a terrified chill , sweat drawing pictures on him even though his face was still, for the first time I couldn’t hear his voice but his eyes said more than this paper could ever fill.
[June 21st: 12:10 am]
Like an evil, source-scouting, life-bounding, enemy. Cancer had torn his lungs and was willin to take Zaid away from me, and I attempted any well-proposed, suggested Remedy. In one night, I meditated till I achieved Samadhi, but for me Buddah had no single empathy. So, I lit a circle of fire around his diseased individual, summoned all Magians to cure his ailment with their ritual, chants being repeatedly murmured, the room was sparking with amazing visual, doors swung open n a light shone throw as the Godly usual, I thought a saviour is saving my brother it was immensely spiritual, but it was only the devil taking his steps in a gradual, manner, trynna penetrate my soul through weaknesses and instinctual, fear, what a filthy planner...So I abandoned the Satan and looked towards God, suddenly I acknowledged everyone, from Adam to Noah in the Arc, saw him feeling saved ready to embark, I saw Jesus elevating to heaven with his crucifixion mark, Moses splitting the sea to survive the pharaohs and the bites of the shark, And I screamed at Him, Why the fuck my brother was left in the dark! Why was this church and mosque only a landmark?! Where are you when I call upon you to cure his lung n keep the thump of his heart!
[June 21st: 5:30 am]
I had to accept Zaid was leaving an left his mark on the road with a solid sole, Long were the days of pain he spent inside his body’s wall, and long were the days he could feel sweetness inside his soul, an I realized I was selfish for clinchin to him just cuz I could see myself through him like a keyhole. So we all came around his death bed, I said “why shall the day of gathering be the day of parting?” He smiled faintly with a shaky voice n put all his heart in. “Your prayers worked, I can see with Noah I be riding, and I never leave your memory so why you asking”. Happiness filled me n said “Your memory is crystalized an be bound in a mould shall you leave home” and Alone and without his nest shall this phoenix flutter across the sun in this beautiful dawn, Love only knows its depth when the beloved is gone. So he looked above and smiled to pull his last breath, I guess this God will always be smiling at my earth.