Peace Tranquillity Serenity
“BILAL! SAIF! The screeching sound of mother was violently thumping like a thousand African drums in the ears drums of Bilal and Saif.
“Aaigo!” She demanded they came immediately.
The two boys knew what time it was and they did not want to move. Drowsy, they both reluctantly moved towards mother.
“Quick, get ready for Masjid” She repeated this three times.
They washed. They cleaned. They dressed. Wrapped in white linen, the boys were physically ready to go. But mentally, they were still longing to feel the warm hands of the sun upon their cheeks.
Ten minutes later, mother had arrived outside the elegant, exquisite and enchanting building. The sun, smiling its most enthralling smile, gazed its most powerful rays against the dome of the Masjid. This Masjid represented good. The boys waved off to mother as mother waved back. Little did she know what the boys were going to be up to...
Still like statues again, in Tamsworth Park. Once again, in the warmth of the ball of fire hovering in the sky. Bilal’s and Saif’s linen clothing was becoming blemished from the grass of the park as though evil was crawling into them. They should have been at mosque. They should have been learning the difference between right and wrong. The suns rays burnt the eyelids of Bilal and Saif. Could it be that the sun was becoming evil? Their eyes emerged into darkness...
Unknown. Mystery. Fear.
A dark figure could be seen in the torturous night sky of the daydream, he was embellished in black. A voice could be heard.
“Beware” He whispered whilst looking over his shoulder.
“The world is becoming evil!” This was echoing like voices in an aboriginal cave in Australia.
“Beautiful things such as mother nature itself are becoming evil” This was said with passion.
“Beware!”He shouted.
“Beware of the flower!” He raged.
“Don’t be fooled by it charm!” He asserted
The dark figure was fearlessly positioned as the King of the jungle protecting its inhabitants. It was longing to tell the story of the flower.
He spoke once more.
Beware when the sun infiltrates its rays through the soil to reach the roots of the plant to empower its evil stem. The singular stem hold the groggily, glistening leaves that form the precious petals. The startling blood drop petals sink into the blackness of the eye of the flower. The eye of the flower observes and waits the victim. Awaits in solitude. It is interested in consumption. Consumption of all humans.
Shocked, Bilal and Saif opened their eyes. A figure in black could be seen- disappearing in the horizon. They both looked at each other. What had happened? Did they both experience the same dream? Bilal turned to Saif and said, “Do you know about the flower?” Saif, shaking replied, “yes.” They stood up, like statues.
In the corner of both boys’ eyes something could be seen. It attracted them like a pin to a magnet. Looking directly at it, it gave them a pleasurable feeling inside them. A feeling that could not be described. Mesmerized by it intense beauty. Bilals mischievous eyes drew to it. Saifs mysterious eyes were intrigued by it.
Its charm was working like clogs in a clock. The boys were led. Led towards the eye of the flower. Its plan was working. It had its revenge. Could it be that power of evil has taken over? Can good overcome? They should have gone to mosque. They should have been learning the difference right and wrong!
