My brush with Allah

A good day gone wrong or a good day gone right

I had a very good day today I was meeting people that have the same condition I do depression as well as painting of friends nails and writing my box. For Amazon Kindle direct publishing. He was able to when publishing one of my books I heard what sounded like a bunch of Thuds Finished my actual publishing quickly and properly knowing what the sound was I grabbed a pillow and put it behind Stewie's head and try to put him in the recovery position he was having a seizure. I yelled for help and I was screaming out the time when it happened 6:30 in the p.m. when someone came they said I looked at my iPad and said it's 6:32 in the p.m. when he got here it was 631 he had to Seizure. I was proud of my active kindness but I just thought it was an act of kindness I didn't expect any rewards or any accolades but I ended up getting them anyway because I was being careful and helping someone that you really I don't usually do I usually go walk or otherwise learn from other people how to do it from helping others.   Seizures have been a part of my reality is Montana's Islamic Terrazza wrong because I remember my mother one times having a grand mal seizure and she spent three months in the hospital near death I keep on telling her about that story that I saw my first seizure and it was her and I wasn't very impressed fact I was freaked out. But she never remembers anything I wouldn't blame her or her brain or nervous system. But now where I live seizures are a normal thing not a good thing but an every day thingAnd I usually call out the word seizure alert and the time but since no one was around I grab the pillow and put it under his head and did what I had to do to keep them alive. I've been told I was a great person and everything else but I was just doing something that a human would do to another human being or is your expected of the human race. I then went back downstairs after someone else was bothering me....I ended up going downstairs talking to my mother telling me about my actor humanity watch what I say is still there is a an act of humanity and that she said that I probably save the guys ass.   The fact that I say someone's life one didn't really register to me I was just doing what was meant to be human to help another human being and to have empathy Catholic school may have destroyed me but then destroy my humanity or my empathy towards others and I told her that I was too strong-willed and let the Catholic school system to bother me to the point where I would become a psychopath if the Catholic school system one stew would've been dead. Simple as that but I was strong willed and strong willed still even when I was trying to help stew.
I then went on to finish off my memoirs and I kept trying to turn them into a paperback on Amazon Kindle but I kept gathering myself golf and it kept giving me gas to and I was getting to the point where I was getting fed up then I try to do it as an e-book and I use the wrong name instead of Scully Melancon I ended up using Elena Mustafa my legal name and religious name and I was very frustrated and had to redo the e-book again. Then I had Urge to go to the bathroom I did more of the bed but I didn't really make it to the bathroom either and I passed out afterwards the first passing out of the night and then I ended up trying to get back in the bed or at least trying to get back in my bedroom passed out again. I was naked on the floor and I can feel my soul leave my body and featuring someone tapping me on the back.   As if to get my attention in a coax me out of my body and take me to them. I realize who this was pretty soon it was Blah. What what do you want with a nobody like me even though my name is Mustafa. I could literally feel my body being parted with my soul as my soul was leaving my body ice sad up from my body as if I would be sitting up in bed and then walked away with my maker and I actually ended up seeing some pretty wild flowers in a field I assume that this was paradise the highest of all paradise as if it was just a bunch of flowers and perfection like the lovely bones The book and the movie and I ended up wondering what the hell was going on. I felt my heart stop I was dead or so I thought. It was no joke I was literally lifeless for I don't know how long. All I know is I was thinking at first someone is going to find me and take me to the hospital which is something I do not want because of my religion. It's bad enough that I have a doctor but it's even worse enough that I have to go to the hospital for a stupid stunt that I pulled a few weeks ago. I guess self piercing and D or DIY piercing and DIY gauging or DIY bodyart Is a good way to commune with Allah, Says the Sufi Mystic.   Well anyway I was on my bedroom floor when I tell you more about this communing with Allah.