“Hmmm, no, no, it’s Zee Ruth…you may just call me Zee.” exclaimed Ezekiel feeling , as ‘she’ profoundly corrected Yasmeen’s statement.“What…what have you done to yourself?” stammered Yasmeen, her dreams of wanting to amend the stain which could be still haunting Ezekiel’s soul, were cruelly devastated by Zee…the new being possessing Ezekiel’s soul. Tears of distraught begins to form in her eyes. Zee, came closer towards Yasmeen, looking sympathetically, towards her with ‘her’ attention of wanting to comfort embrace her. However, Yasmeen took few steps away from ‘him’ and ran out from the café, bringing her shattered spirit along.
Zee, clenched ‘her’ fist by ‘her’ sides, but still ‘she’ make up her mind to follow Yasmeen…as ‘she’ knew, ‘she’ does own, Yasmeen an explanation for been missing three years away from her life.....three wasted years and horrifying struggles on 'her' part.
"Yasmeen !" Zee, calling out to her calmly.
"You came back, after been missing again from my life, bringing me this about yourself?" asked Yasmeen, as she fought hard to remain compose.
"I thought of all people, you suppose to understand, because, you are my best friend!" utters Zee, feeling kind of rejected after seeing Yasmeen, reacting negatively upon the latest score of 'her' flip chart. "Anyway, this is only eighty person, not the whole of it, that will sums up my percentage chart." rants Zee, sarcastically.
"What, do you meant by this? Ezekiel, you know how much I have been, so in love with you. I want to be with you, be a wife and a mother to your child, you have promised me...about our love, remember. How could you, ruin what we have both been sketching about all this dreams in our hearts?" wept Yasmeen, as she begins to shiver with her own fear....she knew, she had already lost him.
"I'm sorry Yasmeen, I can't be like how I used to be. Forget about Ezekiel, cause he's already dead, he can't be exist any longer." explained Zee, with broken tears in 'her' heart. "I'm moving on with something else, I have make the choice, and this is what I've choose. Please forgive me Yasmeen." utters Zee. Evening cool breeze blew gently upon them, two long lost lovers, but love notes that were only preciously written on Yasmeen's script, however not on the other being. Decree on both symphony, has been cruelly written as such, but Yasmeen knew, she's got to take it, take it with a full stride of hope. Diminish hope, was it all too late? Or was this yet another circle of trials which she needs to ride along with her best friend. Hate the sins, but not the sinner, a wise words from a great sage, she had read...
"Beautiful, to follow suit with the profound positive attributes of the chosen elite, the people of God. Though, it may be hard to be incline towards the goodness of it, but those elite have struggles and fought hard with their own weakness, just to bring mercy and compassion for us the commoners to be dwelling in this wreaking society. May Allah have mercy on all of us, for now and for the rest of all the days to come. Like how His elite lovers has struggle hard to bring back what has been lost, well so am I. I can never ever give up on the ones that I love. Think about those words...Ezekiel and please reflect back on your part. Is this what you are truly, really made off ? " finally said Yasmeen, before she headed back towards the path and left.
Zee Ruth, her just new added friend, was actually her precious long lost heart. Twisted fate with compelling sentiment of hurt....eventually, Yasmeen give in to her weakness, as she begins to weep sorrowfully. Clouding blindness of erosion dense sky, seems to be bringing her, few years back, on the day when she has given her heart to him. Enough is, enough, cried her inner voice. "I guess my mum is right all along about this. For how long must I be sucking in his pain, for how much longer do I have to sacrificed my future stake just for the sake of him." Thought Yasmeen sorrowfully to herself. Chances after chances were sprung on his side, but why does it seems hard for him to take it with a full stride. Concluding her charts on Ezekiel, she knew...she should just move on...move on to the other side of the bridge. Wiping her tears off from her face, she pace slowly towards the shower room to make her ablution, in preparation for her to perform her late evening prayer.
"Poignant gravity of erosion guts, with anguish tale of heart sunken haul. In desperation for compelling brink of hope, mounting faith kindles light in soul. Heart sentiment, note of truth, binding guts of potion Trust. Bringing soul for noun of spark...igniting heart towards Oneness of Love." sign off Zee, with remorseful guilt that begins to agonize 'her' soul. Placing back 'her' notebook onto the side table, 'she' amble slowly towards the long standing mirror, that was place against the wall of the living room, 'she' begins to ponder and look with wonder, upon 'her' ample and alluring self. Bringing 'her' finger upon 'her' own image, with empty courage and sinking hope. Three years back, after Riley's tragic suicide, Ezekiel rope of ember, begins to burnt and cut deep inside his soul. He felt lost...so lost. His mum Eva, wouldn't care less about his welfare any longer, as she took this new chance of freedom, with her illicit lover and left. Sending cheques throughout the months, in a form to sustain her son's education and lodging. But fate has been crafting well for Ezekiel, for Riley's mansion was place under his name. However, that does not even cure the sickness pain in his spirit. Eva came back occasionally, but not feeding him with any potion of love or courage, but splint him with more thorns of placid words. Each and every passing moment, was sure a sheer torment on his side. He was alone....alone and in desperation for courage. Yasmeen, do cross his mind, but seeing the blissful changes in her....Ezekiel, just do not have the heart, to bring in his sorrow...inside her life. That will be unfair to her. Always thinking that Riley's death was due to his own fault, as that what his mum has merciless claim."Did I had given any loop holes or clues upon her horrendous affair? Or was it through my journal, which Riley might have been secretly read.?" those answered questions, keeps on ringing in his thoughts.
“Mum, I swear, I didn’t know, he had some how came to know about this, from my journal. In fact, I did not spill any of those juicy shit details, about your shameful deeds, with that sugar kid of yours.” retort Ezekiel furiously, as his mum was pushing all the blame to him, after Riley’s horrendous suicide. “I feel the lost more than you do mum! He was my best friend and a father, whom I was not been bless with. You are the one that had break his spirit..” cried Ezekiel, as he tries to conceal his hurting soul, as much as he could away from this ‘witch’.
“You are just like your father, full of ego, never to admit any mistakes or err that happens.” wailed his mum, as she threw the journal straight onto his face. “What sin have I committed, to be curse for a son like you?” snarl Eva, with tears of anger and hatred filling up her deep sunken eyes.
"Mum!" cried Ezekiel, tearfully. "If you leave, what will happen to me?" asked Ezekiel, with an urgency of desperation.
"Aren't you that too keen, to be living with me ? You always think like you had it all, just like your sickening father! So be it then. I'm leaving this stupid place for good, anyway Ezekiel, about your expenses, you don't have to worry. You will still, be fed! Anyway, you have already gotten yourself, this huge home and his book store, cause you are a real sucker for him." bawl Eva, as she headed straight towards the door.
"So, it that why, you feel so sore ? Because Riley has left me, with all this?" cried Ezekiel, in disbelief.
"I don't give a shit, about how you want to think about me." retort Eva, as she pulls the Rose pendant chain and threw it onto Ezekiel's feet. "And yes Ezekiel, me bringing you back here, is just a drama, to show that horrid grandma of yours, of what I'm capable of...and now all my cards has been shown, it seems you are of no used to me anymore. I'm so sorry about your father, but too bad, I'm not getting any score from his child that I bore." smirk Eva, as she finally took her steps and left...leaving Ezekiel with a massive crack in his soul.
Dragging his fragmented heart, as he ambles back towards his room still taking his journal tightly around finger. With tears of sorrow, Ezekiel amble gradually towards the big standing mirror, which was place against the wall right at the corner of his room. His journal slipped off from his palm, but still he pace closer towards his distorted image, for that was the setting motion, which had spill into his mind. Ezekiel gave a loud scream, as he bang himself hard against the mirror, sending million smashed little pieces of fragment mixed with terrifying blood, all around the floor. The agonizing pain was killing him, as bits of those shattered mirrors piecing deep into his skin, cutting his face, hands and both his palm. Suddenly in the midst of his torment, his mobile phone rattles upon his table, where Oasis bowl was place on. Ezekiel's fight his weary mind, as his head begins to get disconcerted, due to the massive lost of blood. He crawls and struggle to pick up his call....and with his last strain of nerve a murmur hello from his cord and then dead line.
With Saif by his side, Ezekiel knew he was safe somewhere in a hospital. His pain has been numbed due to all the anesthesia. He knew his face has been mummified, with thick gauze and bandages. So were both of his arms. "Thank God, you are not blinded by those mirror pieces, but still?" said Saif, as he shakes his head remorsefully.
"I don't care, even if I lost, how I used to look....!!!" stammered Ezekiel.
"Shouldn't you be thanking God, that you are still alive!!!" retort Saif. Ezekiel remains silent much to Saif dismay. "Eze, you will be just fine. I've already spoken with one of the doctor, you still got your face..just few cuts, here and there." continue Saif, but still Ezekiel remains quite.
"I just want to be alone." utters Ezekiel, breaking the twenty minutes silent. Saif place his fingers gently upon Ezekiel's shoulder before he left.
After few weeks been copped up in this hospital, soon his mummified face has been derailed from all those bandages with few doctors and nurses enclosing him. Seeing deep long scars across his face, seems to bring in so much pleasure inside his soul. "Yes. This is what I have been wishing for." snarl his devilish heart, with a sick scheme, rotating in his soul. He got the money, the wealth, everything....everything!!! "Please get me the best plastic surgeon and get rid of all this scars....and there's more to it...change me to another being...to be a woman." request Ezekiel, much their surprised. Counselling was given to him for couple of months and even few rounds of mind medicine treatment, but it was to no avail, cause Ezekiel has make up his mind...to be known as Zee Ruth.
Beep!Beep! There goes the door bell upon Zee's department, startle 'her' away from her horrendous past. Moving away from that long standing mirror, as 'she' rush to open the door. "Daniel, you are back !!! Oh! How I miss you so..." cried Zee, as 'she' welcomes Daniel, 'her' boyfriend for almost two years, whom 'she' had accidentally met, at the dental centre...and such a great irony, for Daniel a dentist, was married with three kids, but decides to leave his wife for' Zee'...with a 'splendid' reason....Zee understands him better than Sue...his genuine wife.
Sipping light tea, with few pieces of ginger snaps, do set those love birds hearts at ease of leisure. "Fallen Crest a noble knight moan. For the lost of his tribes and caravan woes. Being alone with just a broken sword. To carry off his might with no latitude to fight. Succumb to wounds, oh where is Thee Light...moaning spirit carousel the night? Predestine to lost, but never to gain. An outcry of fallen noble knight moan. Night was silent, with beaming moon alluring sight. Noble Knight, took a glance and was mystify. All throughout his battles, in midst of night till dawn...but now, noble knight ponder of what he had never found. Mystify moon, singing with his heart..in silent but serenading score. Broken sword slipped off from his hands.Humming nightingales, another leisure sense, prick his heart to content. Lavender bush, transient aura, illumine noble knight's soul....ending his plague. Am lost with little, but I have regain with more...what pride do I need? Since I've been enliven with another chance of hope. Not wanting to forsake this chance, noble knight walk miles with steadfast courage, in search for Oneness unlock Door." saving 'her' draft note, before Zee finally turns off 'her' notebook and place on the side table.
"Another writing I presume?" asked Daniel, with a smile. Zee nodded 'her' head, but 'she' look gloom and troubles. "Hey! Is everything all right, since I've left?" asked Daniel, again as he begins to sound concern.
"Yasmeen." thought Zee to 'herself', but 'she' just shakes 'her' head with, "I'm just tired that's all." a profound, reason to cover up 'her' past. Daniel, was unknown about it all.....almost about everything, not even about his part of being noun Ezekiel.
"Zee, I guess, it is about time, we should be getting serious on our relationship. How much longer, do I have to wait, until you could say yes to my proposal?" asked Daniel gently, as he brings his hands and held on to Zee's slender fingers.
"Daniel, please just give me more time, to settle some of my needs. I've just started out, publishing few of my writings and I do not want this marriage, to be a hindrance to my work. Not at this moment..please." plead Zee with a tinge of guilt encircling in 'her' mind. Daniel was such a wonderful person. He was loving, kind, gentle and funny....a substitute of Riley...sadly that's how Zee has put it.
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