Grey…

 

 

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     Life portrayed for explanation in many colors for our imagination to comprehend. One illustration depicts life as a sturdy current, so powerful, to go against it will break you. This is the story of a person who simply stopped, thinking by doing so, his problems will vanish.

     Being an only child, Sammy became accustomed to the solitary life, he didn’t waste time bonding with anyone. Every once in a while, his eyes would spot a glimpse of a shadow in his apartment, forcing him to get up to find nothing. He got used to it eventually, but had he known better, he would have placed more thoughts to it, it would at least made him avoid the mad result.

     Soundless in his bed, Sammy’s sleep got interrupted. He got up to see what’s the cause. Approaching what he thought was the kitchen, he halts, looking in confusion at a dark room. Something dropped from above; a rope with a noose end. Suddenly, he got pushed from behind. The rope tightened on his neck as he fell. Placing his hand on it, he started to breath hard.

     Opening his eyes, he found himself on his bed holding his blanket, subconsciously chocking himself with it. His heart knocked hard.

‘Why this is happening?’ He said. He wanted to talk to someone, but he had no one to confide. His life of isolation came back, a film playing in his mind. Every time his parents fought, he locks himself in his room, every time the world is grey, he goes to darkness.

Is dark better than grey? He thought. Anything is better than darkness.

Looking back to his bed, he found himself dead after he had chocked himself. The image forced him out of his nightmare… and back to his grey life.

This is the 300 words story I have promised to write on short notice after the Vice Dean of dentistry had asked me to write one for a competition held in our university. I hope you had somewhat enjoyed this little drop of literature and I hope it has also helped to inspire.

~ A. H. Amin

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Zenobian Coffee…?

I have been known among my family and friends to have the weirdest and most imaginative dreams, but they always appeared real to me until I wake up and compare it with the world that I live in. I see what’s wrong with the picture illustrated by my dream when I replay the scenes in my mind’s eye. There are those dreams that show my life in a surreal way that I can relate to in my recent or further away times… but, and this is rarely an occurrence for me, there are those very erratic dreams that shows some residue in the future… This is the first time in my life that I had decided to follow such a dream.

Days ago, I have had a dream, a normal dream in a normal like world. I was inviting someone for a coffee, someone who I have never met before but in my dream, he was a new colleague of mine. I ordered black coffee and he ordered… Zenobian Coffee… In my dream, I was someone who had never heard of such a drink so I decided to change my order. Now that was the only thing I could have remembered about my dream, the reason why is this; at the same day in the real world, I was picking up from where I left my trivia game… when I hit start, guess what was the first question…?

‘Queen Zenobia was taken as a hostage to…?’

Queen Zenobia? Zenobian Coffee?? Some strong coincidence it was… too strong it got me curious.

I started with the order of appearance… I searched Zenobian Coffee… I came across a commercial of a real coffee product called Zenobian Coffee, it managed to get me off the screens to make some for me.

I started to read about the Queen and I became impressed by her; a 3rd century queen from Roman Syria who had led a revolt against the Roman Empire and had expanded her empire by conquering Egypt. No one knows permanently of her fate, there were only speculations, the last thing known of her was that she became a Roman hostage. I didn’t venture more because there wasn’t much to look through, not unless I have a biography or read a scholar paper of Queen Zenobia.

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One last search led me to a Swedish ship that have capsized and is now a wreck diving site… it is close by where I am right now… maybe I will check it out one day, who knows?

All those items in the agenda are closer to indulge through; the coffee, the queen, the ship… but what I did learn was how curious I am… it was the same curiosity that led me to write Kima, my short fictional novel with an idea that flickered in my mind when I decided to read about beached whales. I guess the whole point of this post is to argue about how curiosity killed the cat… I believe curiosity can sometimes lead you to something that can eventually immortalize you.

 chess

~ A. H. Amin

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My kind of dentist

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Lately I’ve been catching up with the movies that I haven’t had the chance to watch, Django Unleashed is… Was… One of those movies. When doctor King Schultz (played by Christoph Waltz) appeared with his dental wagon out of nowhere I laughed so hard.

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I am a dentist by day, a writer by night, so I was really entertained when I saw doctor Schultz riding his dental wagon and using his silver tongue to polish the roughest situations to his pleasure. He was surely the star of the show, and Christoph Waltz, without a doubt, deserved his Oscar for playing my new favorite bounty hunting dentist.

I love his theme song… My new theme song now. (His name was King).

~ A. H. Amin

What makes me jolly

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My keys to happiness are glued to my laptop, and lately I have been stuck to the screens. I’m preparing for my upcoming sequel, my short novel, and I am also translating a novel to English. I have been doing what makes me happy, but I got to say, I missed wordpress, blogging was the only healthy addiction that I know. It is always a good thing to have a place for your excess creativity; for every idea, whether it’s major or minor, must have a place in this life… And speaking of minor ideas, I have been approached by my faculty to write a 300 words story. They asked each from our university to pick one writer and the vice dean of dentistry thought I would be the faculty’s pen… Like I can have enough writing.
I would share my writing as soon as I’m done with it to get everyone’s opinion. They left the genre for me to chose from… So I’ll try to find something I can reach out to those who I’ll read it for… Oh that’s right… I would be reading it out loud.

Auf wiedersehen