STAY

Momentum

"No mama, I am not at London."
He looked at the wrist watch, he was getting late for his flight.
"So where are you? You told me you will come home this month. Do you ever want to meet us?" She sounded like a thunder storm and rain at the same time. Old heart, pounding faster with warmth of mother's love, she has not rested her eyes on him.

"I will come mama, I promise." His eye brows raised and he smiled. He loved his mother so much.

"Mama I am getting late for the flight, I will call you back, after reaching my destination."

"Okay, stay blessed son. Be safe and take care. Bye."
Tears fell from old eyes.

He clasped the handle of his suit case and pulled wheels, he was heading to the plane.
He knew that today's conference was very important. He was with other managers and officers. They booked seats together. Their Boss Dan Barn was a nice man, as compare to other bosses. He has given his employees freedom of speech which was not found in all species of "Bosses"

According to Areeb, "I can live without money, but I will die with out freedom."

Dan was wearing Grey suit at the business conference, he was too decent and apparently very kind than other bosses. He was wearing his trade mark smile which resembles to a doctors'. He appeared as he was a healer in his previous life, if he had any. Their team also has to attend the annual seminar in Loss Angeles. Areeb was looking dashing as always, black suit and dark red tie. When dresses touch Areeb, they appear elegant.

The business conference went great. The hierarchy team hit the road in different cabs to seminar on new trends and stock market. Dan was actually was eager to meet Rabail Moor. She was the key note speaker and she was a huge business tycoon of Loss Angeles. He has taken her seminar before. She was very famous among young people. She was 32 years with an experience of 20 years more of her age. She appears elegant and mysterious but people love whatever she says. As when she speaks, she also states the fact and her talks were never boring. However people used to say that Rabail never attend parties, she was all and all business.

Areeb was feeling restless after hearing all these stories but when she delivered her presentation, he was spell bounded by what he had just experienced. She was phenomenal, completely covered in black. Her words were felt and audience applauded on the outstanding presentation. The knowledge was up to date and those twenty minutes worth their attendance. He has seen her, and she also has seen him. He on the other hand doubts that if she wanted to meet him or not.
So he decided not to beat around the bush. He wanted to meet her, she was his friend, with a distance of years and broken heart. He asked and he got what he wanted, easy to access, they said she never meets any one at home. He was very hopeful on the other hand as he knew very well, she can't say no to him.

Darker the night, brighter the star shines. The ocean larks defeats to endless storms created by mighty king of gale. It seems to me that apocalypse is not a mythical character. It exists in every new change brought in the world and with every step forward we come closer and closer to apocalypse. Some people say that apocalypse is an ancient mythical God. In Islam it is named as Dajjal. The mighty, satanic Dajjal according to my understanding is the reason man is so futuristic. The more we become mighty, stronger, intelligent, and effective the more we come closer to our future. The more we progress ironically the more we build reasons to fall on ground. After all every tower has to be crushed. Some of you have played tarot cards or got the readings in your teen ages lightening candles and verbalizing spirits verses. People love evil in reality. Evil is an energy that is the outcome of our desires. Desire to be better than others, famous, to become more wealthier or to become a better intellect than others. Desire is where you want yourself to be. Desire to become heartless, killing machine is not a real desire. Criminals never want to kill and have satisfaction. Those who kill to satisfy themselves are actually psychopaths. For a criminal desire of wealth and in other cases, to become stable in their life is the key that opens the door of malice.

The night rained, the clouds warned that world is going to shake and the tower has to be strangle by lightening. Erect tall trees were disturbed by the rainy storm. It was different. Rabail moor was looking at mirror and candles were lit in her hall way. It appears like an old English classic house. Rows of paintings in the corridor and she was ascending on the stairs, as she ascended the rain was sounding like a restless child wailing to call mother and pick her up. That was not rain feeling this way it was her. Her housekeeper told her that some one named Areeb wants to meet her, as she already seen him in the seminar, she was not that surprised.

The candle in her hand was behaving mannered not moving but straight flame. It was like the flame was as expressionless as she was, looking forward ascending towards the balcony.