Pain and pleasure, war and peace, ignorance and knowledge, dream and reality, rest and awakenings, past and future.. Just like death and rebirth; they are all in between a fraction of a second.

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The Metamorphosis of  Salma Jaizan started with a spark of positive fire. And it was triggered by the accumulation of 15 years of despair.

On her 15th birthday, her Yemeni parents sold/forced her in marriage to a filthy rich Saudi family in Riyadh.

The groom was a passive gay man, and he married her to complete the overrated picture of manhood, and to satisfy the always heated sexual appetite of his lesbian sister.

Salma was a ‘Terrible beauty’ and if Yeats was destined to see her, he will hold his head in amazement and say “Holy Mother of Ice & Fire.. This is what I meant!”

Her long dark red hair was flowing like lava, out of the crater of Samsara.. and straight down to cover the 2 breasted mountains of Sana’a.. framing the snowy canvas of her body.. passing between the belly button of Mont Blanc.. and as if that was not far enough; it reached to touch the borders of a red bush, upon which, the Swiss seeded a sense of safety, in the shape of a ghostly plus mark that was mocking destiny.

To go through the many atrocities and pain and suffering she had to endure in that mansion of a house is pointless, but just to be clear; she was a straight Heterosexual woman.. And physical pain is bearable, but emotional suffering is unacceptable.

And on that faithful morning, when the Saudi’s dropped their fear bomb on Fag Attan in Sana’a, she knew.

“Zara!” Salma’s sister in law spat on her latest mobile phone “Go pick up Habibtie from her house and bring her to me.. YALLAH!” then she hang up the phone and threw it on Salma who was sitting in peace and reading the English version of Game of Thrones.

“Don’t just sit there like a useless bitch, you fucking ugly Yemeni witch..” the sister shouted “Go prepare breakfast and serve it in the main hall.. my wife is coming to spend the whole weekend with me.. MOVE!”

Of the many Philippines maids who used to work in that house of shame, she always ordered her! But; unlike her sister in law, Salam was peaceful and positively good natured, and was as thick as blood with all of them, and they chose to do the job themselves, but never let her.

After a pleasant 11 minutes spent in laughter and chatter with the 4 female Philippine working the kitchen, breakfast was ready, and Salma carried it to the main hall. Her sister in law was sitting on the sofa, watching the news on their #55 Sony – Full HD – Flat T.V. Screen.

Zara, the Philippino driver fell in love with Salam from the day he laid his Asian eyes on hers.. But; knowing who she was forced to be, he kept his peace and painful silence. And as he entered the main hall carrying the Louis Vuitton bags of the wife, Salma was standing behind the sofa, holding the breakfast try and staring at the screen.

Her sister in law started laughing hysterically “Come, come wiffy.. look at what they did to those savages in Sana’a.. Hahaha.. they bombed them with a mini atomic bomb.. those cockroaches.. And on Fagg Attan of all places!” then she turned her head to look at Salma and said “Oh! Isn’t that where your family live?”

And that was it.

The breakfast try fell with a loud crash on the expensive/Italian marble floor – And the (+) mark within Salma Jaizan was ignited..

“What the FUCK is wrong with you, you retarded cunt?” the sister said

But the (+) rapidly started to attract all the negative energy in the room.. And there was plenty;

From the Versace gown her sister was wearing, to the blood diamonds for earrings, to the Rolex in her wrist, to the Victorian Secret beneath, and right to the core of her rotten soul..

And as the (-) energy fused itself with Salma’s positivity, she emitted back a wave of unbearable heat..

And in 2 seconds, Salma’s cloths caught fire and evaporated in a clawed of smoke, leaving the unharmed, naked body of a true beauty.

The wife screamed.

Zara dropped the bags, fell on his knees and whispered “Holy Mother of Buddha..”

Then the sister screamed, and kept on screaming right until the flames that was consuming her body turned up to smoke – along with her soul, and down to aches on the marble floor.

Salma turned her face to the still screaming wife, and enflamed her..

The seven female maids of the house came out of the many rooms leading to the main hall, Zara stooped them with a warning wave of his hand.

The husband came rushing down the stairs and stopped frozen on the bottom “Salma! What is going on?” he asked

With naked footsteps Salma walked towards him.. Took off her cheap gold wedding ring.. placed it in his hand, and with a sleep walker expression, she said “I forgive you.”

Salma turned, and with confident footsteps, she headed for the main door..

Mary; the Philippino Cook and the oldest of the maids asked “Salma, where are you going?”

But Salma did not respond and kept on walking..

Zara stood on his feet and said “Salma please, you are naked!”

Helen the Ethiopian and the youngest of the house maids cried “Oh god, oh god.. Salma please don’t go out.. they will kill you..”

But Salma kept on walking, and as she reached out to pull the door knob open, Zara gently held her wrist.. She gave him a warning glance, upon which he retreated..

And as she went out and down the short flight of stairs to the garden, Mary, Selina, Mai, Layla, Christine and Sara ran out after her, formed a protective circle around her, and continued to plead and beg for her to stop.

Zara cried to Helen “Quick! Grab the table cloth..”

Helen woke up, pulled the table cloth and handed it to Zara, who ran out after them, and placed it around Salma’s naked body..

And just like her cloths before; the table cloth caught fire and turned into ash and smoke, slightly burning Zara’s hand in the process..

Without stopping, Salma said “I warned you!”

Shankar; the Indian guard, stood baffled and amazed in front of his guard room, and when he saw the flames consuming the table cloths, he whispered “Holy Shiva!”

“Kindly open the gate Shankar!” With a calm tone of voice, and the same sleep walker expression, Salma ordered.

Without looking away from her, Shankar’s arm stretched to push the button on his right..

As simple as that;

The gate of hell was opened to unleash fire - within the dead cold soul of Riyadh.

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A good friend once said to me “These are dark times, and we all need to pray for forgiveness from God!”

Yes; these are dark days, but no; we do not need to pray for forgiveness from any god.. God is forgiving by nature.. Isn’t that what every religion claims?

Instead, I say; these are deadly times.. And we all need to ask for forgiveness from those who we badly hurt along the way – while we were still alive.

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In every balanced society; there is negativity and positivity, and in a perfect society; Negativity = Positivity.

But in the lavish community Salam was forced to bare; this balance was extremely off.

And as the gate opened; Salma walked like a phoenix out of the ashes..

The 6 Philippino women, along with Zara, kept their tight protective circle around her, and kept on begging her to stop..

But she kept on walking steadily and slowly, in a straight line, through the street, and along the mansions of rich Saudi’s and Expat’s.

They passed next to a clean cut Saudi man, while he was getting out of his latest BMW, and with all the negative energy inside of him, he shouted;

“Ya *Ga7bah!”

Salma absorbed all of it, fused it with the (+) and triggered it back at him..

The man’s body burst into flames, and his vessel turned up to heaven with smoke – along with his soul.. And down with ashes to dust – along with his bones.

And they kept on walking..

2 Pakistani street workers saw what happened, and like sleep walkers, they followed..

The group passed a full bearded Saudi man in a short (Wahabi) Thawb, who was coming out of his Villa along with 2 women covered in black, from head to toe..

He saw naked Salma among the divine group and ran towards her, with his Ikal in hand, and screamed

“Ya *Kafirah.. Ya *Fagirah..”

And up to heaven he went – and down on earth he was spent.

The 2 women in black kept on screaming, and the divine group kept on walking..

A model of a Lebanese man (who was driving his Saudi Princess) slowed down next to them, the Princess ordered

“Stop.. What’s this commotion all about?”

She got out of her car, and when she saw naked Salma, she shouted;

“What the hell do you think you are doing bitch?”

And up she went – and down she was spent.

The amazed Lebanese Boy toy/Driver got out of the car and followed..

And they kept on walking..

Another lavish car stopped next to them.. The 60 year old Australian CEO of a multi-billion corporation (who had a wife and 3 teenage children – but kept on fucking Saudi boys on the side) got out of the car and said;

“Holy Fuck..”

And up to heaven he went – and down in hell, he was spent.

The 3 teenage Saudi boys who were in the car with him looked at each other with surprise;

“Is this real?” 15 year old Saif asked

“I don’t know!” 15 year old Fahd answered

“Let’s find out.” 17 year old Mohamed said

And they got out of the car to follow..

The Divine/Protective circle around Salma Jaizan kept on growing;

From Buddhists; the believers of Karma, to Christians; the believers of Love, to Muslims; the believers of Peace, to Jews; the believers of Knowledge, to Atheists; the believers of Justice – Along with anybody who believed in the existence of (some form of goodness).

The circle kept on accumulating, and they kept on walking up until Zara heard the sirens approaching..

And out of the unbearable fear he felt over the thought of losing her;

He broke the circle in front of her, fell on his hands and knees, and backwards, he crawled and said;

“Salma please, they are coming for you..”

But she kept on walking, and backwards, he kept on crawling;

“They have guns.. they can bring RPG’s and tanks if necessary..”

But she kept on walking, and backwards, he kept on trying;

“Please Holy Mother of Siddhartha.. My Queen of Sheba.. For the sake of Sunshine & Wisdom.. Permit me to take you to safety..”

Zara pleaded, but she kept on walking..

“SALMA” he cried out loud “I BEG YOU MY LOVE.. Please stop..”

There; she stopped..

Like a Mighty Yemeni female of a Dragon, she crouched..

Held his chin up to force him to gaze into her golden eyes, sparkling like small studs of honey – inside a green colored bee hive, and said;

“Oh My Holy God of the Sun.. Safety is a state of mind.. But, I am done with this cold world.. Can you take me to some place warm instead?”

Then; she kissed him.. Long and full on his mouth.

Next Chapter: Major Sins