| It was just a blinding flash of light. Well it must have | | | | particular 'meeting' with God that I wanted to convey a |
| been much more I guess, for it threw me to the | | | | message to the 'human world'. |
| ground; my vision blurred. It was as if I was falling down | | | | This 'Original World' was just a place in a parallel |
| an endless dark pit, but minus the screams and shouts | | | | universe where God had stood guard and preserved |
| of horror on the battleground above- that was | | | | the world as it was 'supposed to be'. The world was |
| Baghdad city-one that raises a new horror every new | | | | never supposed to be the way it is today; God never |
| minute: a woman just widowed, a family deprived of | | | | envisioned it this way. Wars, recessions, famines |
| sons, a daughter just raped, and it goes on and on. | | | | weren't that big a part of God's plans. It just got all |
| I don't exactly remember how I came into this place | | | | screwed up somewhere in the middle; it wasn't about |
| that I'm now in. This 'place' wasn't hell for I didn't see | | | | the brightest of the angels, Lucifer, who fell, but it's |
| people being punished and tortured like in our | | | | about something much bigger than that. It wasn't the |
| mythological tales, or fiery demons ransacking the | | | | Devil who left the seeds of poison into the minds of |
| whole place, or mounting flames swallowing up | | | | people; its wasn't the devil's doing though he takes the |
| everything in its way. But this wasn't heaven either; for | | | | credit for it. Now comes the most important part: |
| there were no bright lights, no gates of white, no fluffy | | | | whose doing was it then? |
| clouds, no angels with wings. This place was just | | | | Evil, Vice, the Devil, are all really creations of Man's |
| different, it's a world by itself: 'a different world'. This | | | | Mind. All things bad just popped up out of our own |
| place as I came to know was the 'Original World'- one | | | | selfishness, greed and malice. Our Suffering is our own |
| without hatred, without jealousies, without sufferings, | | | | doing. But besides all that, what is most disheartening is |
| without wars of our times, and with common love. You | | | | that we 'humans' have lost our 'vision'. We do not |
| still had the same world map, but you didn't have no | | | | reason anymore; we just 'follow' any and every |
| presidents, no military, no guns- people here were | | | | phenomenon, good or bad. I wonder if it was a domino |
| conscious, civilized and civic, so much so that it all | | | | effect from a herd of cows; it's sad. I fought in Iraq |
| looked fake to me. How could a society with no | | | | against men who had nothing to do with my life, I |
| checks and balances, with nothing like a supervisory | | | | fought for a man who I hadn't ever met (I speak of |
| structure, maintain its stability and sanity this well? How | | | | Bush of course). So had millions others. I had given up |
| could evil not have entered here, that too without | | | | my life in the name of my country, which I did not really |
| some sort of a watchman at its gates? We had our | | | | understand in totality; after all America was a bizarre |
| presidents and our armies, what did they have? | | | | experiment gone right. But the most crucial of the |
| As I found out, they did have something, they had a | | | | wrongs: I fought for a cause I did not fully comprehend. |
| figure called 'God'; but God didn't live somewhere up in | | | | That's me. |
| the skies undetectable and unfathomable, he had his | | | | So what would you call me? Foolish? Ignorant? Or |
| very own mansion here, and a white one at that. I was | | | | plain Stupid? No, I was just being 'human'. But lying here, |
| allowed entry at the gates; well actually, I just pushed | | | | I have only one thing to tell: "We cannot afford to be |
| them open. There were no angel guards. God here | | | | 'human' at this rate anymore. |
| was accessible to all and sundry. And it is about this | | | | |