Crossings part 1

He took another breath from his cigarette,savouring the toxic fumes with each inhalation. The scenery in London was as same as ever:cold,bleak,evil. An evil that has to be purged.He sat on a wooden bench at a park,next to a bustling shopping mall which was always thriving with people filling up that little void with materialistic gains. Things that you can’t bring to the grave are not worth dying for, he concluded after finally finding his one true Maker.
He was wearing a thick buttoned up jacket, which seemed amusing to the passers-by as its summer now.But nothing seems peculiar to the people now,they have seen all and done all.
The one thing that he was grateful to london is that no matter how ugly,no matter what’s your colour, they don’t seemed to give a damn care. And that is a good thing for him.
Finally he came,the friend he was waiting for. He came up and sat next to him, wearing a thicker jacket that the first guy.
“Hi Sharim, you were almost late,”The guy who came first said.
“Can’t find any duct tape,gotta buy some from the store.”Sharim replied,shifting himself to make himself uncomfortable.
“Are you ready Kelarim?”Sharim asked,looking straight at the shopping mall rather than his friend. A comrade to put it specifically.
“Wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t ready Sharim,anyway you were the one with second thoughts about this,I should be asking you this question.” He said as he threw the cigarette on the floor,not bothering to stamp on it.
They were silent for a few minutes before Sharim spoke, “Look at those people, oblivious to what the world is going on.They don’t even damn care.Every death is just news to them. All will be forgotten and they are back to their own business.”
“That’s why we are here Sharim.We are here as a wake up call to them, to give them the real picture, a picture that has the truth that always hurts. That’s why they don’t care Sharim,ignoring the truth that hurts,that causes them to think humanely when all they want to do is to live in a fantasy world where clothes,cars,fame determines the self status of themselves in a world where money is everything.”
“Too much freedom brings too many choices Sharim,”Kelarm spoke again,taking another stick from his pocket. “And these choices are always bad ones.Bad ones that people would infuse it with their gods so that they have leverage of something when they die.”
“And they still covert material gains.”Sharim commented.
“That’s because they are always living for the present and they want to touch,see or hear something rather that the ones you cant even see in the spiritual realm.Thats why it’s so tempting.”
“Anyway,how’s your sister Sharim,?”Kelarim asked, scanning the skies. It was going to rain.
“Fazlin’s fine,she’s studying in colledge at Rockford.That’s why I have second thoughts Kelarim.What will happen to her? Who will support her?”
“That’s why I’m going to ask you again.Would you do something for the greater good or live for your sister,enduring the same old persecution over and over again?Kelarim asked, staring into the eyes of his friend.There was a firm and compassionate to his eyes that was staring at Sharim.
Sharim stared at the duct tape that was taped around his stomach. It was something that will determine his fate. Choices are so hard to make when both sides are so tempting, he concluded.
“Let’s go then,”Sharim told his friend after debating it in his head for several minutes
“Okay.Mine’s straight ahead,Kingport Plaza. Your’s Damrow Cross,just behind this park.”Kelarim said,pointing to the circular domed shopping plaza just behind the park.
“I will see you later my dear friend,”Kelarim said again,grasping the hand of his friend.
“May we bring glory to Allah,”Sharim said,clasping both his hands in return.
And then they were off to their own destination,Sharim nervously fiddling the little button hidden in his pocket as he walked towards Damrow Cross.
It’s on this fateful day many lives will cross paths, sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter..