Stop! Who goes there? I called out. The dark figure stopped. He was wearing a black cloak with a hood. His hood hid his face well. The black made him almost invisible in the silent moonless night. I tried to shine my torch at his face to identify him, but all I could see was the silhouette of his smiling lips. “I my friend, am life.” He said in a calm voice with the same smirk on his face.

“Don’t joke with me.” I replied.

“A joke is a very serious thing and I am not serious.” His facial expression showed he was enjoying this.

“I said tell me who you are!”

“I am joy, I am sadness, I am heaven, I am hell, I am sweet, I am bitter, I am whatever you want me to be. You are my master and I, your slave. But, alas, you follow what I want and in the long turn become my slave. So easy to manipulate you are. You believe everything is fate and give up your will to question everything as a result you fall into bondage with me. Those who become my slave are all doomed to perish. They all become like a herd of lost sheep, bleating and waiting for the wolves to pick them one by one. They search for a savior instead of saving themselves. They start fearing what they don’t understand and as a result follow anyone who presents them as their well wisher without question. They forget who they are or what their true destiny is, they just become hollow straw men. The only thing they really want is to prolong my stay and live in fear.

“I have had enough, tell me who you are or I will shoot you.” I said as I aimed my gun at his head.

“Oh, no need to get all touchy, my name is Waleed and this whole thing is written just to annoy you.” 😛



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