Perception
It was time..he was getting ready for the holy prayer.It was a hot humid Friday in the beginning of July.Mosques as well as other gathering places has been discouraged for a while due to a weird pandemic that inflicted the whole planet earth.Little by little things were getting to normal,a strangely enough missed normal.Everyone regretted a highly once repented boredom from daily lives.They longed for their daily lives,they wanted to wallow again in its monotonousness and triviality.
With a sense of elation he entered his bathroom to get the ritual bath in preparation for Friday prayer.With a quick movement he clicked the light open and dashed through the door and but immediately froze and stopped short of getting into the bathtub.He felt threatened and alert at the view .His muscles got tense and still he stood there evaluating his options for a moment.Seems things weren't going to go as planned. Something was there.Shivering ,quivering but lethargic and fatigued it was trying to get itself from his sight feeling the mutual threat but with no avail.
He thought and thought ,and again he thought and thought and in a flash of a second he knew what he needs to do.He sneaked out stealthily outside the door closing it behind him least his intruder could escape.He came back holding a broom and a shovel.Again he opened the door stealthily wary of a an unexpected move or maybe attack from his intruder.Luckily it was still there,struggling and stuck.In a coordinated move he crammed the shovel beneath it whilst landing the broom on-top making him inescapable he hoisted the intruder up in the air with a swift prudent movement planning to throw it outside.
On the way out,he thought and thought again; he sorted through a range of destinies for his victim.He could throw him out ,making him food for the beasts that dwelt around in abundance but then he thought there is chance it might slip away and end up intruding his territory again.Here he changed his mind and chose a more brutal but better confirmed destiny.He dropped him in a carton box ,lifted a heavy concrete stone and hailed it over his victim.He heard it squeaking with the cracking sound of his crushed bones.Yet it was not dead ,reeling and shuddering involuntarily with a bleeding mouth and pleading eyes it was struggling for a last but mostly improbable chance of survival.Being kind and righteous as he was he couldnt stand this unpleasant scene. He wanted to offer it a kind and quick "kill". With alot of disgust and a speck of guilt he raised the stone again and dropped it on the his victim's head ,more shrugging and squeaking but it seems at last his victim will rest in "piece".. a last desperate attempt of clinging to life the victim twitched a limb and another deadly blow with the concrete stone came following fast..and then silence and death..
A sudden rush of guilt overcame him..he shrugged it off quickly and as if suddenly remembered that he has an appointment to catch and that he was already late he rushed into the house and then into the "freed" bathroom,took his ritual bath ,did the ablution and hurried to the mosque.
With open heart and watery eyes he listened to the moving sermon of the imam...mercy..kindness,love,admiration and respect for humankind and all God's creatures.He tried to fight a bit hard the soothing pleasant sensation of achievement and the engulfing slowly flowing thrill of feeling righteous but at the end he gave up to the simple fact ;undeniable as it proved to be he had a lot or a good deal of all those attributes;almost as if the imam was talking of him.He felt pleased,satisfied and delighted and thanked God for his gift after a short skirmish of internal humbleness ;why not after all he cant even hurt a mouse..
It was time..he was getting ready for the holy prayer.It was a hot humid Friday in the beginning of July.Mosques as well as other gathering places has been discouraged for a while due to a weird pandemic that inflicted the whole planet earth.Little by little things were getting to normal,a strangely enough missed normal.Everyone regretted a highly once repented boredom from daily lives.They longed for their daily lives,they wanted to wallow again in its monotonousness and triviality.
With a sense of elation he entered his bathroom to get the ritual bath in preparation for Friday prayer.With a quick movement he clicked the light open and dashed through the door and but immediately froze and stopped short of getting into the bathtub.He felt threatened and alert at the view .His muscles got tense and still he stood there evaluating his options for a moment.Seems things weren't going to go as planned. Something was there.Shivering ,quivering but lethargic and fatigued it was trying to get itself from his sight feeling the mutual threat but with no avail.
He thought and thought ,and again he thought and thought and in a flash of a second he knew what he needs to do.He sneaked out stealthily outside the door closing it behind him least his intruder could escape.He came back holding a broom and a shovel.Again he opened the door stealthily wary of a an unexpected move or maybe attack from his intruder.Luckily it was still there,struggling and stuck.In a coordinated move he crammed the shovel beneath it whilst landing the broom on-top making him inescapable he hoisted the intruder up in the air with a swift prudent movement planning to throw it outside.
On the way out,he thought and thought again; he sorted through a range of destinies for his victim.He could throw him out ,making him food for the beasts that dwelt around in abundance but then he thought there is chance it might slip away and end up intruding his territory again.Here he changed his mind and chose a more brutal but better confirmed destiny.He dropped him in a carton box ,lifted a heavy concrete stone and hailed it over his victim.He heard it squeaking with the cracking sound of his crushed bones.Yet it was not dead ,reeling and shuddering involuntarily with a bleeding mouth and pleading eyes it was struggling for a last but mostly improbable chance of survival.Being kind and righteous as he was he couldnt stand this unpleasant scene. He wanted to offer it a kind and quick "kill". With alot of disgust and a speck of guilt he raised the stone again and dropped it on the his victim's head ,more shrugging and squeaking but it seems at last his victim will rest in "piece".. a last desperate attempt of clinging to life the victim twitched a limb and another deadly blow with the concrete stone came following fast..and then silence and death..
A sudden rush of guilt overcame him..he shrugged it off quickly and as if suddenly remembered that he has an appointment to catch and that he was already late he rushed into the house and then into the "freed" bathroom,took his ritual bath ,did the ablution and hurried to the mosque.
With open heart and watery eyes he listened to the moving sermon of the imam...mercy..kindness,love,admiration and respect for humankind and all God's creatures.He tried to fight a bit hard the soothing pleasant sensation of achievement and the engulfing slowly flowing thrill of feeling righteous but at the end he gave up to the simple fact ;undeniable as it proved to be he had a lot or a good deal of all those attributes;almost as if the imam was talking of him.He felt pleased,satisfied and delighted and thanked God for his gift after a short skirmish of internal humbleness ;why not after all he cant even hurt a mouse..
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