A Poetic Take on A Lost Wanderess who Tells the World about Love.

An insight about the book 'Refuge' with Sajla Anees

"Refuge is a compelling story of love, faith, hope and perseverance in the war-torn Syria."

Poetic and audacious for someone as young as her, Sajla Anees swept thousands of feet by having created the book as a form of hope and sheer magic.

Ms. Anees is a Sri Lankan based Attorney-at-Law and a Published Author. Her writing experience was fueled by poems, prose and people around her dating back to her childhood from being a student at Methodist College to a student at the Sri Lanka Law College. Initially she started writing a few paragraphs in her college days and she takes the footsteps of her favourite authors by bringing this story to life. She feels relieved because she wanted to publish this book before death overtakes her.

"Alhamdulillah because I wanted to be an author ever since I was a child and I am happy I could pursue It." quotes Sajla.

As Sajla passes her life with 'rain, coffee and books', she had a very supportive family and helpful friends who were excited in her venture. In the process she learnt that people who love her are supportive and selfless; some of them helped her in ways that she never thought they would.

Writing a character isn't easy because you have to bring your imagination to life. There is a variety of goodness when it comes to a person's personality and one of them is Ahmar. As she sits at her desk penning down Noora's point of view, she edits the chapters 4 to 5 times until there are no grammar mistakes and she is satisfied with them. 'Sajla feels happy reading reviews and feedback on her novel, poems and prose.'

"The mantra I followed was, I had to keep reminding myself that the book isn't about me but it is someone else's voice that is to be heard by others and that kept me writing 'Refuge'." (Sajla Anees)

A review:

"Gripping and emotional. A poignant reminder that bolts of lightning light up the darkest of skies even during the most vicious of thunderstorms" (Maseeha Saloojee, South African Aid Worker, teaching in Syria)

Alhamdulillah! Sajla has got all good comments and a few negative ones which she disregards in a beautiful way with the help of God. "When you do something for the sake of God then you shouldn't worry much about what people have to say" says Anees.

We encounter self doubts and hardships, Alhamdulillah Sajla has her close friends to talk with and help her. One advice she would like to share is that 'not everyone will like what you write, if it's meant to reach their hearts, it will.' Making Du'a has always been her "go-to" coping mechanism.

Sajla is reluctant to collaborate with other authors because she feels she wouldn't be able to give her best. A new book wouldn't be coming soon because Sajla hasn't found any inspiring topic yet.

Anees likes working according to a routine and in her monthly plan she had set goals on word limits for each day. A writing quirk of hers is that she thought about her characters even when she wasn't writing.

"Writers are permanently depressed, they're not! (A Writing myth by Sajla)

I met Sister Sajla at Sakeenah Institute, my workplace where she had come to deliver a spiritual lecture and I love her level of faith in God, she inspires people to follow the religion. The way she talks and the way she carries herself wherever she is, adds essence to her whole presence in this world.

When the world sends Prayers, Aids and Support to Syria, Sister Sajla supports them by publishing this fiction to bring awareness of the hardships undergone in the war-torn country and it is a matter that has to be spoken of. Sajla beautifully quotes "And will we not be held accountable in the court of Allah if we do nothing for our brothers and sisters who are being oppressed?" Ms.Sajla Anees wishes to express the central message of finding hope no matter how trying the situation is.

Finally, she conveys that "never allow negativity affect your passion. Keep going with sincere intentions!"

'And, if I ever find out that this was all worth the pain, on the day I hold his hand and walk towards my Lord, I'll tell him "if I knew this was the reward, I'd go through it again-all over again." (Refuge, Sajla Anees)

Glossary:

Refuge: The title of the book written by Sajla Anees.

Methodist College: A school in Colombo, Sri Lanka.

Alhamdulillah: All praise is to Allah.

Ahmar: Male protagonist of 'Refuge'.

Noora: Female protagonist of 'Refuge'.

Du'a: Supplicating to Lord.

Sakeenah Institute: An Islamic institute based in Sri Lanka.

Sajla Anees-
sajla.anees (Instagram)

Mr.Jeremy Muller- Jam Fruit Tree Publications (Sri Lanka)

M.M- her.moonlit.words (Instagram)

Photography- Z Cader

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   Allan Rufus quotes 'Life is like a game of chess.To win you have to make a move. Knowing which move to make comes with IN-SIGHT and knowledge, and by learning the lessons that are acculated along the way. We become each and every piece within the game called life. 
   Well that's true. Everyone of our decisions we make will have consequences for the future.  We know that each move we make, in life or in a game, brings forth a fresh path for the future. 
   'Emmanuel,' I called out my best friend's name.  'In chess and life, if we aren't careful right from the start, we can make mistakes or miss opportunities that will cost us time and effort later on, or even lead to failures.' I said and immediately checkmated him.
   'Wawu...' He exclaimed, putting his hand on his head with a disappointing look. 'Micheal you don finish me. You don finish my life. Chai!.'
   'I never start to finish your life, i go soon finish your destiny.' I replied back in our Nigerian pidgin language. 
   'Who plays chess by 12 in the morning.' Favour said, approaching the dining table where we were seated and spread her arms for an eembrace. 'Happy new year sweethearts.' We stood up reciprocating the embrace. 
   'Happy new year Sis.' I said as we all sat down,  Emmanuel began exchanging pleasantries with Favour as i watched them, dumbfounded. 
   'How do you feel about this new year.' Emmanuel asked.
   'Sad.'
   'Why sad.'
   'You know... every new year, people are happy and i ask myself why, because grief, anger, sadness, you name it, they just never go away.'
   'Well does it matter? All that matters is happiness.'
   'So what makes you happy.'
   'Music, and what about you.'
   'Love, life is love.'
   He looked at her curiously, suspecting her to be a lovesick. 
   'Oh... don't give me that look.' Favour added. 'I only read romance books not like I've been in love.'
   'Well if you say so.'
   'Life is ambition too.' I finally broke my silence.  'And life can be many things.'
   'Hmm... my senior bro seems to know quite enough of life, am listening.' She put her hand on her jaw with open ears.
   'I can't find the words to describe it.' I said, wondering. 
   'Bro use your poetic side.' Emmanuel breathed. 
   'Life seems to be a wave, sometimes a wave of hardness, sometimes a wave of sadness,  wave filled with experience, days of laughter,  days of asking God questions, and days of receiving answers from him.' I answered. 
   'Well las las this life no balance.' Emmanuel blurted.
   'I swear.' Favour shrugged. 
   'Guys, this new year all i want to do is to make more money, as a graduate, that's my ambition.'
   They bursted out laughing. 
   'That's my prayer too, cos our work no fit pay us well as graduates wey we bi.' Emmanuel seems agitated. 
   'So how do you plan on making more money.' Favour asked.
   'Letting God take control,  but i haven't come up with a plan yet, hmm...' I perceived a good fragrance but not sure where it was coming from 'I just wanna flow with the mind of the wind, let go of bad energies this year, find out what i can do to make more money, i need to know my footsteps.'
   'Try doing more investments.' Favour aired her view.
   'Like i haven't tried enough.' I sighed. 
   'Or going to America, Nigerians over there are super rich or at least they are very much comfortable.' Emmanuel said.
   'I can become a billionaire in Nigeria, i don't want to be in a country where people are judged on their skin, that's kinda absurd, health care is expensive, hospital fees are never fair, so many debts to pay.' I made my point clear.
   'Yeah, people think Nigerians in America are enjoying but i believe that they are suffering too like us, but our own worst o.' Favour smiled.
   'I know for America, racial equality is an extraordinary advancement, but at least they are fighting for equality, through Black Lives Matter and other movements.' Emmanuel said. 'They are also working to make amazing discoveries in the astronomical field, Elon Musk's SpaceX just launched, allowing more knowledge about space to be revealed,  i mean apart from equality,  the country is great.'
   'Well why don't you go live there, why are you still in Lagos.' I said
   'So Favour,  what's your new year resolution.' I asked.
   'Well...' She exhaled. 'I am going to stop caring about what people think, like telling me which outfit I'll have to wear,' she paused for a while 'I'll  stop overthinking little things and pay attention to what matters, I'll stop thinking that am defined by my university grade or number, just like the movie 3 Idiots taught me, i won't stress over small assignments, I'll focus on the big picture, I'll live in the moment, dance in the rain,  take pictures of the sky.' She finally added. 'I'll check up on people i care about, text my friends often, interact genuinely with others, I'll be critical of situations, question preconceived ideas and expand my horizons.'
   'Wow... your words are too beautiful for this mortal earth.' Emmanuel complimented Favour which got her smiling. 
   'Well thank you.' Favour replied. 
   'I can say the same too.' I said. 
   'Thanks,' She stretched her arms, feeling tired and dozy. 'Gosh... what a year 2020 has been, a year of fear due to this viral disease, i just wonder what 2021 will bring, i wonder what is likely to come.'
   'Yeah, 2020 has really been a depressing year with Covid-19, but i don't pray it continues.' I said.
   The night is still young, and our early morning conversation lasted for a while before we went to bed.







 Allan Rufus quotes "Life is like a game of chess. To win you have to make a move. Knowing which move to make comes with IN-SIGHT and knowledge, and by learning the lessons that are acculated along the way. We become each and every piece within the game called life. 

 Well that's true! Everyone of our decisions we make will have consequences for the future. We know that each move we make, in life or in a game, brings forth a fresh path for the future. 

 "Emmanuel," I called out my best friend's name. "In chess and life, if we aren't careful right from the start, we can make mistakes or miss opportunities that will cost us time and effort later on, or even lead to failures." I said and immediately checkmated him. 

 "Wawu..." He exclaimed, putting his hand on his head with a disappointing look. 

"Micheal you don finish me. You don finish my life. Chai!." 

 "I never start to finish your life, I go soon finish your destiny." I replied back in our Nigerian pidgin language. 

 "Who plays chess by after 12 in the morning." Favour said, approaching the dining table where we were seated and spread her arms for an embrace. "Happy new year sweethearts," We stood up, reciprocating the embrace. 

 "Happy new year Sis." I said as we all sat down. Emmanuel began exchanging pleasantries with Favour as I watched them, dumbfounded. 

 "How do you feel about this new year." Emmanuel asked. 

 "Sad." 

 "Why sad." 

 "You know... every new year, people are happy and I ask myself why, because grief, anger, sadness, you name it, they just never go away." 

 "Well does it matter? All that matters is happiness." 

 "So what makes you happy." 

 "Music, and what about you." 

 "Love, life is love." 

 He looked at her curiously, suspecting her to be a lovesick. 

 "Oh... don't give me the look." Favour added. "I only read romance books not like I've been in love." 

 "Well if you say so." 

 "Life is ambition too." I finally broke my silence. "And life can be many things." 

 "Hmm... my senior bro seems to know quite enough of life, am listening." She put her hand on her jaw with open ears. 

 "I can't find the words to describe it." I said, wondering. 

 ''Bro use your poetic side." Emmanuel breathed. 

 "Life seems to be a wave, sometimes a wave of hardness, sometimes a wave of sadness, a wave filled with experience, days of laughter, days of asking God questions, and days of receiving answers from him." I amended. 

 "Well las las this life no balance." Emmanuel blurted. 

 "I swear." Favour shrugged. 

 "Guys, this new year, all I want to do is to make more money, as a graduate, that's my ambition, I de look for wetin I go fit do so that in years to come I go bi like Otedola and Dangote." I said. 

 They bursted out laughing. 

 "That's my prayer too, cos our work no fit pay us well as graduates wey we bi, e go make sense if we suppose de earn like 1million as graduates." Emmanuel seems agitated. 

 "So how do you plan on making more money." Favour asked. 

 "Letting God take control, but I haven't come up with a plan yet, hmm..." I perceived a good fragrance. "I just wanna flow with the mind of the wind, let go of bad energies this year, find out what I can do to make more money, I need to know my footsteps." 

 "Try doing more investments." Favour aired her view. 

 "Like I haven't tried enough." I sighed. 

 "Or going to America, Nigerians over there are super rich or atleast they are very much comfortable." Emmanuel said. 

 "I can become a millionaire/billionaire in Nigeria, I don't want to be in a country where people are judged on their skin, that's kinda absurd, I know is every Nigerian man dream to make money and make it in life abroad but it's just not my dream, imagine, health care is expensive, hospital fees are never fair, so many debts to pay, unlike here in Nigeria where the cost of living is somehow fair for us. Well am just not interested in travelling abroad, I'll rather stay here." 

 "Yeah, people think Nigerians in America are enjoying but I believe that they are suffering too like us, but our own worst o." Favour smiled. 

 "Bro I know for America, racial equality is an extraordinary advancement but atleast they are fighting for equality through Black Lives Matter and other movements." Emmanuel added. "They are also working to make amazing discoveries in the astronomical field, Elon Musk's SpaceX just launched, allowing more knowledge of space to be revealed, I mean apart from equality, the country is great." 

 "Well why don't you go live there, why are you in Lagos." I said. 

 We all giggled. 

 "So Favour, what's your new year resolution." I asked. 

 "Well..." She exhaled. "I am going to stop caring about what people think, like telling me which outfit I'll have to wear." She paused for a while. "I'll stop overthinking little things and pay attention to what matters, I'll stop thinking that am defined by my university grade or number, just like the Indian movie 3 Idiots taught me, I won't stress over small assignments, I'll focus on the big picture, I'll live in the moment, dance in the rain, take pictures of the sky." She finally added. "I'll check up on people I care about, text my friends often, interact genuinely with others, I'll be critical of situations, question preconceived ideas and expand my horizons." 

 "Wow... your words are too beautiful for this mortal earth." Emmanuel complimented Favour which got her smiling. 

 "Well thank you." Favour replied. 

 "I can say the same too." I said. 

 "Thanks," She stretched her arms, feeling tired and dozy. "Gosh... what a year 2020 has been, a year of fear due to this viral disease. I just wonder what 2021 will bring, I wonder what is likely to come." 

 "Yeah, 2020 has really been a depressing year with Covid-19, but I don't pray it continues." I said. 

 The night seems young, and our early morning conversation lasted for a while before we went to bed. 

 

 

 



#wisdom #knowledge #inspirational #motivational
*The use of Nigerian Pidgin Language* 
Micheal Samuel, a 27 year old Nigerian man embarks on a journey as a blogger to make more money whilst using it as a medium to impact positively to people's life and try change Nigeria with his perspective full of wisdom and knowledge. LIFE IN 2021 is the title of his blog genre where he shares his feelings to the masses.Thriller, mystery etc sets in the plot as Michael's life sets to turn for the worst. Will Nigeria change for the better with his writing, or not?



Chapter 71 

On the Second day of Seminar Dr. Visual submitted his paper on Social Impotence and readout to audience in the Seminar. 

SOCIAL IMPOTENCE: 

This Social Impotence is categorised by the inability to cope up for social interactions of any kind. This happens sometimes after the demise of a loved one and is accompanied by grief and general disinterest in person's social activity. 

 

The following are the causes for disinterest : 

 

* Not participating in social activities. 

* Shy feeling in moving outside world. 

* Always staying at house. 

* Lack of prior relationship. 

* Lack of proper education. 

* Lack of Public Relations.. 

* Not speaking to anybody. 

* Guilty feeling. 

* Degrading self and confining to home. 

* Addiction to drugs. 

* Over dosage of drugs. 

* Not developing brain maturity. 

* Not participating in social & cultural events. 

* Ill feelings. 

* Not marrying in life. 

* Late marriages. 

* Staying alone in Life. 

* Vexed in Life. 

* Failed Love Affairs and staying away in Public. 

* Failed Marriages and Guilty to move outside. 

* Death of Husband or Wife, and going in deep 

 perversions. 

* Brain disorders. 

* Health issues 

* Handicapped issues. 

* Mentally Retarded issues. 

* Social And psychiatric aspects. 

* Many more causes for leading to social impotence. 

 

Example : Wife and Husband jolly-well lead family life with two or three kids. Suddenly, husband dies due to some reason. Wife feels. She becomes nervous. She cannot show interest to come out in the society. She is confined to her house looking after her kids. She becomes degraded. She feels some sort of inconvenience to move in the society as like before. She feels some tension, uneasy. She becomes lonely. This type of feeling leads her to Social Impotence. 

 

Such type of impotence is quite common in men and women. But, one should be Stubborn in their life to move further with a string ambition to lead the life and see that children are shaped and groomed well in their growth. 

 

In another case Husband dies of heart attack suddenly. The wife till such time always at house while nurturing children, never moves out of house, as like her husband. Now, the problems comes up. The wife to have boldness and move in the outside world to bring the children up. It is the question of leading the life. She cannot become a social impotence. It means, she should not be unfit to move outside world as like other Of course, the set backs are there for anybody. Such set backs are to overcome and lead a better life than before. In this case she has to inculcate the habit of earning, it reasonably qualified. As everybody knew well that time will not stop for everybody. Days roll, Months pass, years role, people change. 

............. 

 

Few of the Children who were also in this seminar told the following sayings: 

 Care killed the cat. 

Catch the bear before you sell his skin. 

Caution is the parent of safety. 

Charity begins at home. 

Cheapest is the dearest 

 Business before pleasure. 

By doing nothing we learn to do ill. 

By hook or by crook. 

By the street of 'by-and-bye' one arrives at the house of 'Never'. 

Calamity is man's true touchstone. 

 Between the upper and nether millstone. 

 Betwixt and between. 

 Beware of a silent dog and still water. 

 Bind the sack before it be full. 

 Birds of a feather flock together. 

 DAMAGE CONTROL 

 

It's very difficult to acquire the lost things let be it a property, love, confidence, image, friendship, relationship or job. Foolish & senseless acts makes people land in trouble with impediments. Sometimes takes life span to regain/ recover the lost things. 

 

COSTUMES: 

 

Wearing costly costumes is not wrong. But, laughing at the poor costume wearers is wrong" 

 

MANNERS: 

 

"Having no education is not wrong. But, not having manners is wrong" 

 

GOLD: 

 

Wearing gold is not wrong. 

But, not consoling people who are in pain, is wrong". 

 

LAUGHING: 

 

"Travelling in car is not wrong. But, laughing at the walking people is wrong" 

 

FRIENDSHIP: 

 

"Making a friendship is not wrong. But, deceiving is wrong" 

 

 

LEADER: 

 

"To become a leader is not wrong. Betraying the followers is wrong" 

 

EARNING: 

 

"Earning is not wrong. 

To be away from happiness is wrong" 

 

SERVICE: 

 

"Doing service is not wrong. Looting and grabbing money in the name of service is wrong. 

 

LIFE LEAD: 

 

"Leading the life and living for wife and children is not wrong. But, negligence and carelessness towards mother and father is wrong. 

 

EATING: 

 

"Eating is not wrong. 

But, prime factor of only eating all times, is wrong" 

 

SENTIMENTS: 

 

"Having Sacredness is not wrong. But, damaging the sentiment of others is wrong" 

 

GOOD AND BAD: 

 

"Few people advise what is good and bad. It is better to listen and follow such advises" 

 

DR. Vishal also a Literary interested and also a Poet. He tells few Quotes as below: 

 

"Poets Efforts Never Go Astray. But, Poetic Work Long Last Forever". 

 

"Poets to nurture & train Teens, to make Global Literature Alive".. 

 

"Poets Never Play Mind Game. 

But, Play Story Game Thro' A Write". 

 

"Poets Write Creative Words". 

"Politicians Spell Promising Words" 

 

"Poets are for Books. 

Politicians are for Press. 

But, both Fascinate People". 

 

"Incessant work of a Poet makes Literature Train Travel Across the Globe to reach multi - million Hearts. 

 

"Poets may be Poor; But, their Heart Touches Billions of People for Unity" 

 

"Poets are not boring people. But 

Poets bring People Together for Peace". 

 

"Literature is the Property of Lit. Writers ; as, Lit. Properties change from Poet to Poet". 

 

"A Quality Poet or Poetess is the Gift of Nature-Universe Blessing, who act as Ambassador of Literature" 

 

"Pen Power Ceasefire War Zone; 

as, Poetry spreads for Peace Pact". 

 

PANCHA KALYANI CHARIOT 

 

"Life is not to run like Pancha kalyani Chariots; Whereas, Thoughts and Thought-Waves can run like, as fast as 6G and Derby Race Winner. 

 

Dr Vishal recited the following poem, as he is a Poet too. 

 …………………….. 

 



STORY-LINE SYNOPSIS
(WAR Paranormal Urban Fiction and Paranormal Day)

PART- I

An evil “King Kong Raj” who rules in a Planet called “King Kong Raj Planet”. He troubles and tortures all the people in his Planet and robs all their gold, jewelry and diamonds. People of that Planet fed-up with his rule.  This evil King has his own army who frequently robs and tortures people to gain an upper hand for this evil King. This evil King had some super-natural powers and  also maya, mantra, tantra by virtue of his staunch Prayers to Sun God. He even creates a big evil appearing thing, called “BING THING”, which cannot be killed or destroyed by anybody until the evil King Kong Raj gets killed. Maharshis and Rushis of this Planet also were tortured with cruelty. This Kings hefty soldiers and army rapes women, enjoys, robs and even destroys their properties. The battle is through Sword Fights, Dagger Fights, Arrow Fights and Fights with Maya (Illusion) and with the BING THING too.

An opponent group leader “The True Hero”, by name Vishal always tries to defend people and fights against this evil King Kong Raj many times, but in vain.  The Hero has the full support of the Maharshis and Rushis in this Planet and also Queen’s Angels
Angels of the nearby Planet called “Queens Planet”, and the Sun God also support “The True Hero Vishal”, who is a staunch supporter of the Sun God and Maharshis and Rushis. Vishal gets the blessings of all the people of the planet, Maharshis, Rushis, Queen’s Angels and the Sun God. 

In the long “save our souls” battle at the evil King’s Planet, the evil King Kong Raj ultimately gets defeated and dies. The True Hero Vishal also gets severely injured and dies. Vishal takes rebirth at the Earth as per the blessings of all the Maharshis, Rushis, Queen’s Angels and the Sun God. The True Hero Vishal becomes a Doctor.

PART II
Vishals takes birth again on Earth. The story of Vishal starts from his childhood and he becomes Physician and a Doctor in a family.

"You are the most sadistic person that I've ever met." Fariz's loud nag colored the entire journey to their resting place. Pulling Eve and Elizebeth together with both of his hands, he badgered them with his own philosophy.
"Ahh, so loud. Uncle, we don't need your philosophical thoughts." Eve shoved a finger inside her ear to terminate any sound from Fariz.
"The audacity…" Fariz's lizard eyes emerged and glared at Eve and Elizebeth.
"Me too? I shut my mouth the whole journey though." Elizebeth was utterly offended.
"Kids…" he rolled his eyes hard. If he was lucky, he might see his toasted brain thanks to these two kids.
"What did I do to deserve this?" Elizebeth's eyes jumped in between the annoyed Fariz and the playful Eve simultaneously, outrageously offended.
"My Lady," Benjamin sprinted at them as soon as he saw them amongst the trees. "Is there any distraction that needs our utmost care, My Lady?" He scrutinized the cloak.  
Thankfully she was wearing the magic cloak while battling with the mountain tigers. The bloodstains could be easily washed away. This cloak was so dependable to cover up her crime.
"There's nothing I can't handle alone." She said arrogantly with her stoic face. "Is there any food? I am surely famished."
"Food? Of course, My Lady. We already divide the fair fairly. Please come with me." Benjamin outwardly ignored Eve and Fariz or actually couldn't see anything else aside from Elizebeth due to his panic. Although his calm face was so misleading.
"Alright," the stoic face nodded.
"Oliv-" Fariz was cut off by her and unable to finish his sentence.
In disdain, she looked between her wrist and Fariz's pitiful face. Wordlessly, she shoulder punched Fariz into oblivion in an attempt to be freed from his hold. Almost because Fariz could withstand the attack but at what cost? It left a bruise.
"Na'ah. You need to learn the word moderation, young lady." Fariz refused to back down. He followed closely behind then bothered her with his colorful philosophy.
"Here we go again," Eve whispered at Elizebeth's ear. "Remember when he was so shocked years ago? During our dominion's adjustment?"
Elizebeth groaned, letting Benjamin put away the cloak that both Eve and Elizebeth wore and put on the warm blanket on both of them.
Of course, she remembered. It was a hellish month for her. Thankfully she wasn't living with her family but at Max's residency or her trouble would increase tenfold. If her family knew the secret of a dominion eater and how to control their power, they would let neither Fariz nor Eve survive.
The process was so exhausting. It drained both her mental and physical; both also for entirely different reasons. To adjust to a new dominion inside her, she needed peace of mind and a good night's sleep. Also a good physique. For some reason, she couldn't sleep due to an external crisis. Let's just say it's because of… erm… excessive care.
Anyway, as the story suggested so far, dominion eater was an uncommon ability. It was not meant for anyone especially to those who had a weak stomach and had a certain level of dominion inside them. It could be done, but the process was a little complicated. She suffered quite a feat to obtain phoenix and dragon's dominion herself.
Even to eat any weak mythical beast dominion, one might suffer a few symptoms. In most of the cases, they died. It was the most cumbersome ability anyone could possess but not everyone could have a good end result.
She was the lucky few who pulled through until the end. Eve and Fariz played a large part to keep her alive even now. They were the ones who guided her until the end. It took her a full year inside the magical forest to recover from the after effect.
Max didn't interfere only because she sent a letter religiously every two days. To show him that she was indeed still alive.
During her long recovery, Fariz intentionally became her personal philosopher. Yeah, it's on purpose. He did it to make her suffer in the pretext of enlightenment. It's definitely on purpose, god damn it.
"... blah blah blah. As my teacher Socrates said and I quote, 'every action has its pleasure and its price'. Oliv, I want you to think through blah blah blah…"
She sighed when Fariz sang a praise song to Socrates and quoted all of his wise words for the rest of the night.
"Grrr…" She adjusted her blanket on her body and buried her face in Jihoon's fur. Apparently, he also suffered the same. His ears twitched in the mention of Socrates numerous times in a single night.
"... blah blah blah… My other teacher, Plato, is the wisest yet. Let me quote his words for yah. 'The first and greatest victory is to conquer yourself, to be conquered by yourself of all things most shameful and vile'. A beautiful quotation. A beautiful man. A beautiful soul. He is the greatest teacher… blah blah blah…"
Elizebeth's pale face blinked at the strong gust of the wind that attacked as Fariz flew in the air with her on his body. His active mouth never took a rest even for a second. She only adjusted the cloak that was on top of her head, tiredly listened to the quotes that still went on for days already.
"My buddy Kant once said, 'live your life as though your every act were to become a universal law.'  Marvelous. Oliv! I want you to have a decent life, act like a lunatic blah blah blah…"
Elizebeth ate the chunk of meat that was prepared by Benjamin with his great love, staring blankly in front of the fire pit. She let Kekwa slide on the blanket that had slid off her slouched shoulders.
Ah~ there's no star tonight. A bleak night again; her lethargic eyes looked at the black sky above without any energy left.
"Oh. Another of his quotes!!!" Fariz mumbled excitedly while cutting the meat into small pieces for Elizebeth diligently.
"Who?" Elizebeth asked mindlessly.
"Kant. Immanuel Kant. My pal. Why don't you know this by now?"
Elizebeth nodded. "Hah~ no, you're right, I should have known."
"He said and quoted, 'Morality is not properly the doctrine of how we may make ourselves happy, but how we may make ourselves worthy of happiness.' Wise young man. Applaud." Fariz applauded as his eyes shone brightly in the dark.
Elizebeth rubbed her forehead with her palm. She didn't sign up for this.
"Master Eve, what should we do?" Dante came closer to Eve that purposely sat far away from those two. Purposely ran away from eternal suffering.
"Save it. He ain't stopping anytime soon." Eve waved her hand in dismissal.
"But sister, the princess is suffering…" Kekwa pouted and the brim of her eyes was watery.
"Apologize. He is her partner for life. Can do nothing to save her." Eve shrugged. The beautiful phoenix had clearly discarded Elizebeth for her own gain.
"It's been weeks. We are near the Trumple border. He had never shut up ever since." Tanaka glanced at tired Elizebeth listening to the long praise of his so-called friend.
"Let them be or else we will get dragged." Kay shivered for a mere thought of it.  
Listening and quoting the so-called friends and teachers day and night, and every single day could make people go crazy. It was a miracle that Elizebeth stood still this entire time.
Everyone shuddered with the thought of them listening to those poetic quotations every single second.
"It's not ethically right, but not morally wrong either. At the end of the day, every man is for himself." Kay solidified his stand.
"... right." After a long pause, everyone decided to abandon Elizebeth too.
Not ethically right, but not morally wrong my arse, I'll kill you; Elizebeth gritted her teeth.
"Oof, don't look at her," Kay, who connected the gaze with Elizebeth by an accident, moved his head in a millisecond. "We don't want to be on that team."
I ought to…; Elizebeth's eyes almost burned with anguish fire, metaphorically.
"Blah blah blah… My best friend Aristotle once said, 'educating the mind without educating the heart is no education at all'. A splendid idea. We need to understand the knowledge and make our hearts understand the meaning before we share it to the mind. Oliv you need to blah blah blah…"
Elizebeth stared into the void at the scenery that already changed into white. The coldness around them, fortunately, had no effect on her nor her members as long as they had their official cloak wrapping around their bodies.
Shuuuuuuu~~
The strong wind fluttered her hair, covering her whole face. She had no energy to push it away. Her ears almost melted away thanks to the long unofficial philosophy class that she obviously didn't need.
"Blah blah blah… education is important. The life without knowledge-"
"We are almost there." Eve cut off Fariz arse long rambling as she pointed her beak at the massive gate of the Trumple castle.
"Thank god," Elizebeth mumbled wearily. Her dark circle has become her permanent resident under her eyes. It was not fun at all.
"Is she okay?" Evergreen glanced at the sky. Even though the dragon hid with concealment, she knew precisely where Elizebeth was.
"Don't ask," Dante distorted his face as if he was in pain. Probably understood her long-suffering.


The 26-year-old Olivia was a poor lady who did everything to survive. Every day, she wished to become rich or to have the power to control people before she retired and led a slacker life. 

Her life took a turn after an overdose of sleeping pills and transmigrated into her old favorite novel. 

Became Elizebeth; the ducal family's youngest child, she expected to lead a good life and planned to leech off on her three brothers for her entire life. She was happy until she dreamt about the future. 

Fallen kingdom and her miserable future.

It happened again. Peace was never an option. 

Well, it seemed she had to step up for this one as well. Saving the kingdom and fighting for her freedom. 

Let’s just say she had a prior experience from her previous life. *wink.



I never thought the concept of a birthday through. 

I mean besides the balloons and the overly enthusiastic smiles, it never really got to me how every birthday celebrated is a year closer to my deathday. It never got to me that all of that happiness and all those presents are very carefully taken note of. 

Death is always linked to birth. 

And so I wonder if the sadness we feel when someone dies is equivalent to the happiness we felt when they were born, to the glee we felt watching them blow their candles away. I also wonder if they get as many roses on their funerals as presents on their birthdays. 

Because isn't that the point of death? To erase what has been created? To take what has been given? Equilibrium? Physics? 

And I wonder if people like Tobias and I are abnormalities, something that terribly disturbs this balance. Because maybe the world wasn't ready to compensate for our loss. Maybe it hadn't grown enough roses for our funerals. 

And as I silently watch Tobias curled up in a fetal position in the corner of the room his mother just died in, I secretly hope to myself that he hadn't attended much of her birthdays. I secretly hope he hadn't gotten too happy so that he won't get too sad. I secretly hope he's okay as I sit on the now-empty bed with Benji on my laps. 

What happened after his mother's death announcement was a blur. People rushed in and about as phone calls to the 'family members' were made, and as Tobias took the time of his life staring at his dead mother with absolutely no expression. 

And when his mother was taken away, Tobias didn't do anything but step away and curl into the corner with his thoughts. 

And I let him be. 

I let him be because as much as I know that people are supposed to be there for each other, I also know that pain is a private thing. That it needs to be dealt with alone. Alone until he's ready to share it. 

So I do nothing and look at everything, especially the bed I'm seated on, the bed that wasn't only the witness of Tobias' mother's last breaths but maybe a couple hundred's before her. And that does, for some reason, terrify me. 

"You know," Tobias' voice comes from the corner of the room and I do a double-take because I'm not sure I heard right. Is he really going to talk about it? Isn't it too soon? 

"I tried figuring out the whole point of this." His head is dropped between his knees and cradled in his hands, with his long, slender fingers infiltrating his bright red hair strands. "And, you know, mainly, it's pain." 

I stare at him, not sure of what to say, not sure if I should say anything at all. 

He continues anyway. "I suppose the only mercy in worldly pain is that one can feel his own pain and not that of the people closest to their hearts." His voice catches and I try slowing down my suddenly quickening breaths. "But here?" He pauses. "I'm feeling everything. I'm feeling everyone's pain." He sniffs. "I-I watched her die. For days. I watched her writhe in pain. I watched her in her worst moments. Alone. And maybe, I hoped I was there to make it easier for her. 

"But that's not it. In fact, I hated-" He says. "I hated her." My jaw drops. He looks up, glances sideways in my direction, looks back down. "Don't look so surprised," He says suddenly softly. "I only started liking her as a ghost. Six feet under and all. 

"I killed myself because-" He starts and stops to inhale. He looks up at me, his teary, wide eyes lingering on my unassuming figure. He then clicks his tongue. "Never mind, I'm sorry, I'm blathering, excuse me-" 

"No, no-" I put out my hands suddenly, causing Benji to jump off of my laps and onto the floor. "Please continue. Tobias." 

Tobias throws back his head and looks at me sideways, his throat bobbing. His lips are shaped into what pain would look like. I almost scurry beneath the bed from the intensity of the waves of grief that are crashing toward me and filling the room with its bitter froth. 

"It's the most ridiculous reason. I'm truly ashamed of it," He says, stretching his left leg in front of him. 

I blink at him and do nothing else because isn't this the whole point? To show you that whatever reason you'd kill yourself for is ridiculous, no matter how insurmountable it felt to carry around when your heart knew blood and your lungs knew air? 

"I loved my friends," He says. "But I hated them. Mom and Dad," He says slowly, in controlled breaths. "Yet, if I were to blame all of this on someone?" He pauses to squeeze his eyes shut and gulp. "I'd blame it on my impatient self." 

I narrow my eyes at him in confusion. 

"Well, here's the thing about 'poets'," He says quickly with a sharp intake of breath, resting his elbow on his right knee. "We're a little impatient, a little too reckless, way too eager to experience, to feel way too deeply, to learn, even if it meant pain. We want- we want all the flavours life provides. We want to live it by our own rules." He pauses for a while. "We above all," He says. "We crave the freedom to do all of that. Freedom." He sniffs, pinches his nose, attempts a smile at nothing in particular, fails. 

"Well, it wasn't '2019'," He says using air quotes. "Freedom meant a lot less," He says. "I had a... hard life. I was in a private high school, and unlike all my friends who enrolled because they had the money to, I got in with a scholarship. And my parents-" He shakes his head, sighs. "They were too hopeful. They expected me to keep up to the dreams that they failed to achieve. They wanted me to be so academically successful that I get another scholarship to Harvard. To become a doctor. 

"I mean, I could've been a doctor if I wanted to, but my heart beats mad in wisps of poetry and hums of words. My heart wasn't made for anything else. It was my passion. English literature was the subject I looked forward to in my day. I didn't have the steady hands of a surgeon. I couldn't possibly imagine myself doing anything else but it. 

"I've been dealing with strict parents all my life. This-this wasn't any different. This wasn't supposed to be any different." He corrects himself. "My parents- Dad mainly, influenced by Mum, made it a point that I wasn't allowed to do poetry. That I should focus and focus only on that damned white coat." He sniffs. "They would harass me every time by going on and on about all the sacrifices they made for me. Sacrifices I never asked for. 

"And I suppose, at one point, I realized that I wasn't living for myself anymore." He pauses. "I was just a mean to achieve their dreams. Not mine. And I refused to live a life that'd steal my heartthrob, I refused to settle. And you know, I never thought of suicide before. I never tried...hurting myself. I didn't understand what could drive a person to such fate. 

"Until one day, without any planning or second thoughts, I find myself in front of that bridge. It was the last time I felt anything, you know, and I pride myself that I still remember half of it. I remember how hot and sticky it was and how jumping into the water seemed quite appealing. How ironically cold it was to touch the bridge's rusty start and how tight my shoes were. I remember how it felt to sweat thoroughly through my shirt and past my eyebrows. I remember it all. And I remember that I was mostly... alone." He shifts and rests his head on the wall. 

"Maybe it's because technology sucked back then. Text messages weren't something common. Or maybe I was just too poor for it." He gestures with his left hand. "And I'd like to think that that's why my friends weren't able to be there when I needed them the most. I'd like to think that people's lack of awareness regarding suicide back then was the reason why no-one questioned the presence of a teenager on a bridge amidst the cars. So, yes, I was alone." He nods exaggeratingly. "With my turbulent thoughts and I didn't know better because really, no-one was there to advise me." 

I close my eyes. "Tobias-" 

"You know, there isn't much to do around here," He says, cutting me off. "Truly. Except for thinking and thinking of excuses and more excuses to justify your reason. This one reason that really drove you to your end. And I know that what I did was very shortsighted and stupid. Very stupid." He makes a face and shakes his head. "And truly, when your 47 years old soul is paying for your 17-year-old mistake, it does leave you regretful. Because I spent 30 cycles just thinking of other possible ways I could've solved my problem with." 

I gulp. "And did you?" 

Tobias turns to me, blinks. "Did I what?" 

"Did you find other ways?" I ask cautiously and Tobias takes his time to smile, just to wipe it all away. 

"Oh, like how I could've been both a doctor and a poet? Like how I could've just run away from my parents to do what I wanted? Like how I could've done anything, anything but end my life?" Tobias shakes his head. "I mean, I cannot understand how killing myself was any easier than any of the previous options." 

"It's for the weakest-" I find myself saying as my fingers find my lips. "This choice is for the weakest." 

"No, listen-" Tobias inhales deeply, coarsely. "For all my poetic flare, this choice was the least poetic. This choice meant completely giving up. I mean, if I did love poetry, if it was really my passion, I would've lived for it. So my choice was very irrelevant. It was pointless. I gave up." 

"You did what you had to do," I say pathetically. 

"There should be limits to the things one can do. Some options shouldn't even be options. There are things we shouldn't interfere with." He shuts his eyes, taps his feet. "Things like death. Things that are way beyond us. We should know the challenges we're taking up. We should know when to stop and understand that there are things that are even worse than the reason you'd want to kill yourself for." 

"Like what?" I ask numbly. 

Tobias turns to me, with frowning lips and glowing, hurt hazels. "Like feeling the pain of others." 

"It does hurt," I tell him, remembering Jacob. "It hurts a lot." 

"What hurts more is not being able to help them out," He says. "What hurts more is knowing that you're only given the 'privilege' of being a spectator. That you no longer have no say on anything." 

I sniff. "I hate this-" 

"I hate how people have other sides to themselves that you could've loved them or hated them for," He says. "I hate that I got to know the depth of my parents' love and care for me after I offed myself. I hate that I could've loved them if they showed me more understanding. I hate that they thought they were doing what was best for me, only to find my dead body floating. I hate that I didn't care about their intentions." 

I nod silently because even though I would like to agree, my scenario was quite different. My parents, in fact, didn't care at all. 

"You had any siblings?" I ask instead. 

"No," He says slowly, looking away. "Wish I did. Wish there was someone like that for me." 

My heart bruises a little, knowing that I was ungrateful for the blessing of having brothers. Even if we're not biologically related. 

"At least we've got us," I tell him and he stares at me for a while before scoffing. 

"For a while, yes," He says and looks away. 

I wipe away at my eyes. "Forever," I say. 

Tobias looks at me and inhales deeply. He then shakes his head and his eyes water again. "You know," He chokes out. "I wish that could be true." 

"It will be," I say determinedly. 

"I wish it was our choice, you know," Tobias says steadily, tears falling down his cheeks. 

My heart beats faster. "What do you mean?" I blink at him. "We have a choice. We always do." 

"Really? You think we'd be given a choice when we didn't give God a chance to better our lives?" Tobias says brokenly. 

"God's the most merciful-" I choke out, my mind building up theories I don't want to believe, I don't want to believe, I don't want- 

"We didn't believe in it now, did we? When we were alive and suffering?" Tobias says. 

"You're scaring me," I say, my lips already quivering. 

"Oh, there's nothing to be scared of." Tobias tries saying indifferently. "In a cycle or two, you'll forget about me and I'll forget you too."

'ALL IT TAKES IS SLIT WRISTS, THEN THERE'S NO WAY OUT'

Roseline hates what has become of herself. Dumped by her boyfriend. Divorcing parents. Bullied in her school. Overshadowed by her siblings. Terrible grades. All which translated into an uncertain, gloomy future.

She wants out, and she thinks she gets it when she realizes that the blood running through her veins is all that links her to the cruel world.

She slits her wrists and all that follows makes her realize that this wasn't the out she was looking for. 

She's petrified when she realizes that she isn't really dead (at least not spiritually, as she likes to think) and is watching the consequences of her action unfold in front of her.

Masks fall and awful secrets are revealed, with more lives at stake as Roseline fights her way through, asking herself the same question 'every day'- Will I find a way out out of my way out? Or will I be trapped here? Forever?

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"O! What a Poetic night, to write about your smile
O! What a Poetic night, to feel your hand holding mine
O! What a Poetic night, to kiss these lips of mine
O! What a Poetic night, to say goodbye for the first and last time.

They say memories break your heart
I say memories are worth the hurt
But if love is all sweet
Why am I weeping this hard?

Hold me near and dry the tears
Your hug is my haven and heaven indeed
But all I am left with are feelings of bittersweet
Darling, come and save me! For I am  bewitched by your love. "

-Islem. BS

This letter will be called, "the importance of the occasional vomit" or, "the barf paper". Now, to understand what I mean by barf paper, you should first understand the differences between poetic writing, musical writing and normal writing, oh yeah, sure! poems are only for this or that types huuh! Well, second off, bullshit! Third, music and normal are more closely related types than poetry is and so, I've found it, (poetry) to be a wonderful moderator between the other two, say I'm trying to write a piece of music, I start losing words, even whole phrases, ive got two other forms of writing to draw contexts from! Making three, forms, and, there are more than that but, for now, lets just keep it simple with the three. One very useful facet of this new dynamic, is that for me, the different writing forms actually flow together, interweaving their very own mystery which waits for me to find IT! This view also serves as a destructor of writers block, which can be vary insidious but, the ready made mystery detector, of these three writing forms, interlaced, interlocking, smooth as glass and twice as shocking, IS (probably) just another form (of writing), and actually very different from free writing or auto writing. Those two, (probably the same thing), cant quite mirror but, do nearly mimic, the other three, used together. HERE!! Ill show you how! Form writing is a learned and structured experience, with definite marks, rules grammar, punctuation etc., whereas, auto writing, allows the penner or writer, the freedom of both mind and self, to collaborate and mingle at the same TIME, as creation is taking place. Now, the two of these concepts, auto and form writing, both or, each, have their own "lists of most compatible linguistic devices", which can do their mimic, mirror dance actually behind your eyes or, "the eyes of where you create from", and ritualize for themselves, say, the muse invokations that are so popular among certain genre type writers, now, if perhaps id actually bothered to get myself an education on writing, I could be spouting off a lot of spiffy little quotes from all the giants of ours and other AGES, which could even tug this little shysterfest of an idea, along into perhaps an instructional manual, perhaps even cohesively, weaving, so to speak, the previously aforementioned "forms of writing", into an example of this, BRAID, form that I may have just come up with. How then does one  begin, a braid? Well, start, with the form you're most accustomed to, (normal, poetic and or musical) practice one, for a couple of hours, get comfy with it, then switch to one of the other two forms, then after a couple of hours of that, do a couple hours in the third form, and proceed as you would in making a hair braid, making each overlapping "layer of strands", or threads, wider and more supportive to each last, or leaner and more primal and muscular. Wash, rinse, repeat!.... The biggest rule, to the tri braid writing form is, that you must set your OWN rhythmic boundaries for each of the three subordinate forms used in the braid. And, understanding this also involves just accepting that not all poetry RHYMES! Or even should RHYME! Some of the best poems DON'T rhyme! And any professor of it worth his salt, will tell you or, at least try to teach you, that there IS meaning, and then there's rhythm, and that to sacrifice all of one for all of the other, well, some say it negates the very practice but, I've come to think of that Meaning, Rhythm, Fulcrum, as a kind of a compass, yeah, im just that self involved! Or, it may be that its a part of my muse getting invokation or some such, here nor there, this is exactly how its done. If you've decided to invest in the unrest of the politically disadvantaged, or, if some social injustice looms and beckons your off hours, or if you're just fascinated with rhythm and then force-feeding it meaning, then, this may be right up your alley! And here! Ill tell you another secret! That ill explain the relevance of to you later but, certain, very few, altered states, can be counted on, (quite?) reliably, to produce a certain quality and range of variables within the fabric of your story. One, extreme elation. Probably the best one, learn to use your other emotional states to drive your creative process and clash your ideas every now and then but, if you learn to differentiate between your personal moods, WHILE creating, and the personal  moods of the characters or environments in your work, this prompts detailing, and even a sort of "MACHO" thing for some people but, im not here to judge, ill move on from emotional states, to the seriously more ominous and least navigable, mental states. Hint, there's lots more mental states than there are emotional ones. (There are more variables in one than in the other?)  We just haven't, or wont, go exploring as a human race!! And so, acclimatize into our discomfort zones as outwardly as our characters will allow. ONE reason I know this is true and real is it sounds good one MORE, reason, IS, that ive experienced, actually differentiated, multiple mental states meaning, when I'm on the verge of a seizure, I can actually draw, or write, from states which seem to merge say, inquisitiveness with say, anger or fear or, maybe pride with joy, in some times more magnified ways and in one way, it makes the common sense that everyone already knows, but in another, those states ive mentioned seem to feel, a certain waY, THE THING IS THE "SEEMING", TO FEEL, is itself the connection for every one mind, to every common heart, out there searching or, knowing already, those others who understand him! And that is the very key toto creating a believably  character, that set of voices, vibes and variables, that gives any good story its vavoom! Or, whatever it requires to move it along its timeline, which brings us to plot, and this in combination with environment, will usually round out the toolbox for depth of character, with the exception of preferrences and natural attributes, the character can be clay to the external environment or, the vice versa. Intentions, emotions, thoughts and impulses however, make up say, internal environments, environs more conducive to protagonistic behavior, whereas antagonisms preclude behaviors driven by insinct and or intuition, as per the or depending on, the sex of the antagonist, male or female supposedly as, instinct and intuition are often seen as male and female traits, the protagonist, either individual or faction, oddly enough, more oftentimes displays the moral as counterpoint to the more often emotional responses of the antagonist. Unless of course, your plot is thicker and or, more twisted, than conventional, usual, academia would instruct. Or, if you use your imagination, you can follow yourself around as your creative process leads the characters, events and environs in and along the storyline. This This can This can be used to suspend disbelief, or, lay in a new scene setting or even to detail a single image and or the importance of, a single image as in say a verbal montage or, introduction or other narrative. 


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