27/03/2022.
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Barakah
Dive.
Slip.
Sink.
From one part of my life into another.
Multiple blinks.
Light narrowing, edging towards the connecting end of darkness.
Darkness consumes.
I'm elsewhere.
Dive.
Slip.
Sink.
The deep is endless.
Fathomless.
The current of my mind as darkness sinks. Simmers again. Rises.
The current of my heart is, erratic. Fretful. Ever-changing.
I can't possibly cope.
Help. Help. Help. Help.
Something's swallowing me. My sound. My pleas.
It's a vacuum.
I'm I hallucinating?
Cursed.
Cursed delirium.
Crashing. Rebooting. Crashing.
A displeasurable pain.
"Once a golden boy. Now a cast of darkness."
Laugher blares. It blares hauntingly in my mind.
Suffocates me. Confiscates me.
The tides of my mind, I can't possibly help but be pulled towards it.
"We used you. We used you. We used you to break him. He didn't want too. . . . Now we'll use you again. We started it, we won't let him end it."
Maniac. Maniac laughter whooshes like angry waters.
It's overfilled my ears. It's drowned my brain.
"We'll ruin his wife for him. . . . . We'll ruin her again," This time they smile, so wide. So hauntingly. Like hyenas. "He takes you to bed. You sleep with a man that's taken you against your will. I'm sure you like it. . . . . I'm sure you won't mind two more."
Lust. Lust. Lust.
It ensnares me from the very core of their eyes.
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Barakah
SpiritualBarakah Amal had escaped Nigeria shortly after the misfortune of encountering Jalal Jali as a teenager. Years since past and unbeknownst to her, she's reluctantly summoned back to wed the man who had ruined her life to protect her family. ...
