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Mortal and the Immortal
By Bilal Ahmed Khan
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Rated "G" by the Author.
A man opens his eyes in an unknown place and finds himself in the most flagrant, yet veracious surrounding...
The man opened his eyes. He was standing in a dark room. Or was it really a room? It was difficult to determine the dimensions of the place as it was pitch black. There was no light or any source of it whatsoever. He had no memory of how he had gotten there or what this place was. He could hear voices but they seemed to be coming from outside the room. He started to move, searching for an exit or a door. His foot caught something and he fell on the floor in an awkward position, crushing his right hand beneath his knee. After getting up and regaining his balance, he examined his finger: the nail had been cracked from the centre as a result of the freak fall. But cracked nails were the least of his concerns as he realized something much more daunting: his body was visible! Even in the blinded darkness he could see every inch of his body as if it was illuminated from within. And the most remarkable thing was that he had no shadow whatsoever! Now he really started to panic and began his search for an exit in the most vigorous fashion. It was then that he heard a voice from ‘within’ the room.
“There is no exit,” it said.
The voice was full of authority and dominion. He had never heard anything like it ever before. It made his insides quiver with trepidation and fear. It was the most self assured and cogent voice he had ever heard. And the tone unlike any he had ever heard before in his life. But the source of it was out of sight, somewhere in the dark. The man mustered up his courage and spoke.
“Who are you? What is this place? How did I get here and what do you want from me?” he asked daringly.
“Your limited mind cannot comprehend the locality of this place. And you perfectly well know who I am. Look deep inside your conscience and dead soul and you will realize that I am the one who you have ignored and neglected your entire life. Intoxicated by your timely power & lost in the colors of your fabricated world, you overlooked my omnipresence and supremacy. I have been watching you & observing your every move for the past fifty-one years of your life. You declared me as just a figment of weak minds and did not acknowledge my power over yourself. Now you stand before me and at my mercy. Need I say more about my self? ”
The man finally realized the situation and knew that he did not have answers to any of the accusations. Fear was a small word to explain his emotion at that moment. He knew his end had come. He wanted to live; therefore he decided to take an aggressive stance so that he could buy more time. He spoke yet again in a voice full of false strength.
“I was born a free man. But I was born in a poor family. I worked hard my entire life to earn my place in the society and the world. It was due to my own hard work and courage that I reached the heights of this world and earned respect. I deserved nothing less as a reward! But You are a dictator and your philosophy is flawed! You say that if we follow Your path of ‘righteousness’, kill our desires and dreams, sacrifice our wishes, be your slaves, we shall go to a heaven we have never seen and are not even sure of its existence. And if we follow our own free will and spirit we shall be punished and rot in hell? What is this? Why are we not allowed to lead our own life as we please? This is dictatorship! How was I to believe in You when I had never seen You, heard You, touched You, smelt You, tasted You…no sensory perception whatsoever! And You claim to resurrect me once I have died, once my bones have turned to dust, this is not only preposterous but also impossible! ”
There was silence. The man was satisfied with his work. He knew he had done his job perfectly.
The reply came in that same secure tone which unnerved the man.
“You are inches away from death and after that your destination, undoubtedly, shall be hell. Which, in any case, cannot be explained or described by a human tongue; it can only be experienced. From then on you shall suffer inexplicable torture and sheer pain through all eternity, and yet you decide to stand up against Me? I pity your naivety and incompetence. You think that all that you have achieved in your life was due to your own genius and personal strengths? Had I not assisted you at every corner of your life through an invisible hand, you could not have dreamed to become the man you are today. You are a billionaire, are you not? You think I created you and appointed you as my subordinate in this world so that you could earn money, become a rich man, live in massive mansions and drive long cars? You were unable to understand the very purpose of your creation! Or rather you did not want to understand it. It is My statute that I reward you mortals for what you work for. You only get what you strive for. You strived for this world; you got the world…there shall be nothing for you in the hereafter. You think I am a dictator? A dictator, a tyrant, would kill you the moment you went against his orders. He does not give you the time to correct your mistake or revise your flaws. I, on the other hand, have given you an entire lifetime! Have you ever calculated that how many of my wishes, my commands you disobey in a single day from dawn till dusk? Have you ever thought for a second that all my orders are for your own betterment? That if you do not follow them, there would be no difference between you and the animals? You will eat, mate and kill just like them! You will be worse than them because those poor creatures don’t have the brain that you have. I installed in you, gifted you with a divine soul. But you prefer darkness to the light. You prefer these few years of restricted life to an eternal life. You prefer a world that will perish, that will give you nothing but sorrows and pain over a land that will stay forever and is filled with pleasures and joys your mind cannot fathom. I created this universe, this immense universe the boundaries of which your most modern science with its strongest telescopes cannot determine. And I created you. None of this was difficult. I created you out of dust the first time and I can create you out of dust yet again. It would be only too easy. You ask proof of My existence? This entire universe is a proof! Your modern science states that matter can only be molded not created…I created this entire cosmos out of nothing at all…isn’t this a proof enough? You say that you have never had any sensory perception of Me whatsoever. Has anyone ever had any sensory perception of your brain? Even you, yourself? Definitely not. Does that mean that you do not have a brain at all? It does not! The fact that every part of your body works perfectly and flawlessly is a proof enough that you do have a brain.
Look around you at this flawless world that I have created. Search for an error, a mistake. I challenge you to find one fault. Look and look again. Surely your eyes will return to you defeated. Is this not a proof enough of My ultimate supremacy? Yet you disregard Me. You trivial mortal consider yourself greater than Me. You, however, don’t even have complete control of your own body; ask your brain to produce blood for you and your liver to think for you and you heart to breath for you and your lungs to digest food for you. Will it acquiesce? Never! They, like you and every inch of matter beside you in this universe, are under My authority. Look at you, even now u stand up against Me, thinking you can defeat Me. Open your eyes for once O’ mortal! ”
The words resounded in the blank atmosphere. Echoing in the darkness of the moment. His broken nail was hurting him but he had a much more pressing matter at hand: his life. The man stood there, wishing with every passing second that he could vanish into the thin air, somehow disappear or better still, wake up and realize that this was all a dream. He wished he could turn back time and undo all that he had done, start over new. But nothing happened. He stood there, feeling guilty and shameful at his naivety and acts.
“I …I wasn’t a bad person…I gave huge amounts in charity, I made tremendous donations to a number of organizations to help man kind…I also…”
“All those petty acts were nothing but a show put up for the world so that you could exhibit your fake generosity. They were carried out just to satisfy your burdened conscience. None of them was meant to please Me or done for My sake. They were carried out so that you could earn respect in your society, which you did. But you did not earn My respect or My honor. Your world was your god. Ask them to help you now. Can the billions you earned save you from the clutches of death today? ”
The man was desperate now. He had no contradictions, no answers. Then he did what any man in his place would have done. He was on his knees.
“Please forgive me! I realize now that I was wrong, I was always wrong. They say that You are Gracious, You are Merciful…they say Your love exceeds that of 70 mothers! I ask for your forgiveness! I repent! Give me another chance…just one more chance and I swear I will not…”
“Do you expect to be forgiven after all that you have said and done?”
“I am ashamed of my acts but not hopeless from Your mercy and benevolence”
There was silence. The man waited for his fate to be decided…
“The problem with you mortals is that you forget too soon, too easily”
And then a blinding light hit the man’s eyes; he yelled in shock covering his face with both hands and after what seemed like an eternity, there was solace.
The man opened his eyes yet again. Every inch of his body was drenched in sweat. He felt weak and could barely move, but now at least he could see. He blinked his eyes slowly and into focus. He saw to his left, his wife was sitting, tears in her eyes and on his right his children, vexed expressions on their faces. A man wearing a white coat came in and he realized that he was in the hospital. The doctor said with a most astonishing expression on his face.
“This is not less than a miracle! The heart attack was the most severe of its kind I have ever come across in decades of my carrier and you are most certainly a lucky person to have survived it! ”
The man was at a loss of words. What had happened? Where had he been? Was it all a dream? It must have been because….
And then his eyes fell on his right hand: the nail of the index finger was cracked from the centre. The result of the freak fall.
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