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Crying, he fell into the earth. The hills, valleys, and mountains hear his scream, “was it a wounded wolf’s scream, or a goat?” The universal creatures confused. He was shouting, “It is not me!” Green leaves of palm trees trembled, roses’ heads turned. All closed their eyes helplessly.

Knowledge sprang up, flashed; he saw that he had been created for a purpose. His fiery nature inquired him to soar, to test his superiority; exactly as flames always do; it cannot understand the reason; but it, while burning, ascends to skies. The more it is high; the more it burns. He refused to yield, his fiery nature refused to kneel. So, unconsciously- or with blind conscious- he resisted, sure, he is the best; he is the purer.
“From flames knowledge springs” he assured himself.
The universe belly; the forest, embosomed him.Though; he forgot the sorrow of his exile.
Speculating the beauty of the surrounding, the green of the trees, the waves of the rivers, he dazzled. The roses’ beauty is tempting him to step nearer, to touch them. However, he was afraid that he might put it on fire. His fingers are but flames; so where to go, and what to handle? His solidity was a detention torturing his soul.
As a response to his instinct, he prayed for the universal mighty, felt calm, full of hopes that there should be a way to return to his world. The universe smiled ironically.
Wandering among the groves, listening to the songs of the birds, he saw them both lying on the grass, so bright like innocence; which never grows up, the secret of the babies, which defaces from memories. He glared at their faces, the splendor of their details dazed him, wondered who the charm was. He approached; he can see their inner facts; trembled, among their cells they hide potential power, passive currents, he was sure these would be raised soon. To know more; he stepped nearer, just few steps.
Passed by them like a quick lightning, they were sleeping, so they did not see him, but felt the fire inside them, opened their eyes, turned around, something like fear, like running in the forest, has create a new beats in the hearts.
She run to his chest, threw herself between his arms; seeking protection from the unknown. He received her on his breast; hold her hard frightened too, a strong strange current slipped between their bodies, a new beat of life, they united again back to origin.
They wondered how they were separate all that time, and each one of them completes another. Laughed joyfully; the forest trembled, the voice was newly discovered. “For this we had been created; to laugh together”.
The flames was scared; the trees and animals pointed at him accusing him, telling “ He, when neared them put on the fire inside them” he shouted in vain” It is not me, I saw the fire inside them and I knew it will burn soon, “even if I did not pass by, it is a matter of time.” He said, but none understands.
“Yes, you caused this; you have frightened us, and by fear we discovered our first call” They said.
The forest was angry, so they all banished away to the top of the mountains. Roads were so rough, all was tired. Each was trying to set his special world of illusions, might forget the calm forest they were living in.
Cursed by all, the flames wished he had not been created,
His longing for knowledge still acquiring him to fetch, to see their happiness; once again he approached, gradually near them. Unfortunately; the old bright has disappeared, forwarding more, he understood that the passive currents have started to turn into inner conflict, into acute sneaking struggle. Passing by them, they felt the glow, turned to each other, in rage, fights, separated each one went in a different direction. “How could we be united all these days, each of us is a unique glory?”
Fighting, a red river emerged, covering the green, a huge wave advanced. Seeing him hidden among the palms, they accused” It is him, the cause behind all this!”
” It is not me! I just passed by!” he screamed. They run, following him. Trying to escape, he run until he is executed. Stopped, almost sank in blood; “You two! It is enough; you should know, you and me are only a tool in his hands! Only means in his play”
They did not listen.
The red river swallows them all!








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najwanajati


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The following comments are for "The Flames"
by najwanajati

Methinks...
...that you have a good pen in hand. I found this to be a little bit abstract and not as concrete as fiction I usually read, but certainly not unenjoyable. That's just my opinion, though =P I found it to be very soothing and smooth when read aloud - a slice of mytho-poetry that I could imagine being passed down from generation to generation, finally settling in your hands.

Glad you posted - like I said, I enjoyed the read.

-SD

( Posted by: strangedaze [Member] On: October 10, 2004 )

very glad
Really thank you, from heart, you may know English is my second language and all published stories here are translated from my original in Arabic, and always I wishe I had comments to know if I have sucseed in conveying my thought in Eng. or not
so glad to have your comments. many many thanks
Najwa

( Posted by: najwanajati [Member] On: October 14, 2004 )

Not a problem...
...How admirable! I am studying a bit of German, but I don't think I'll be able to compose anything aside from 'Hello, my name is...' for years to come. Makes me wish I knew how to read Arabic.

-SD

( Posted by: strangedaze [Member] On: October 17, 2004 )





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