Asad and Anya – Part 2

Note: On Sep. 6, 2018, I started imagining a story because I couldn’t fall asleep. I wrote a post titled “Imagining Intriguing Things Makes Me Peaceful”. I am calling this story “Asad and Anya”; and, it is supposed to be an Arab Romance. Please forgive any errors because I am writing this in haste; and, I am posting the unedited version here for fun. I sleep well when I am making up romance stories in my mind while lying on the bed. That’s just one of my eccentricity! Here is Part 2. I will post Part 3 tomorrow.

The horse keeps running until they reach the 300th city; and, in the 300th city, there is a witch who rules certain areas of a jungle. The witch falls in love with the Knight; and, she tries to separate them from each other. “I am not going to let you go. Its just that one of you is going to die! Heehehehe”, she cries vehemently. Then she scans their frightened faces and points naughtily to the Knight, “You are coming with me!” Anya starts crying, “Don’t take Asad. Stop! Stop!” She runs towards the witch to hit her; but, the witch puts a spell on her. The spell causes Anya’s arms to be lifted in air and her head to fall on the side as her tongue falls out in an unattractive manner. Asad feels a bit scared; and, he tries to use his sword against her. But, his sword just falls to the ground due to the spell. The witch laughs maniacally and holds his arm; she starts to drag him away towards her hideout. Suddenly, from somewhere from the darker parts of the jungle, comes three arrows drenched in holy water. The arrows hit the target, the witch, in three places: the forehead, the throat, and the heart. The witch burns and burns. She screams for helps and clings to Asad as Asad’s shirt starts burning as well. The spell that was placed on Anya breaks; and, she comes to her senses. She rushes to Asad’s side; forcibly removes Asad from witch’s cruel grasp; and, helps him remove his shirt before its too late. Feeling exhausted due to her struggle and overwhelmed by Asad’s mature and well-built body, Anya almost faints.

Asad holds her in his arms to make sure her head does not hit the ground and whispers, “Are you okay Anya? Oh God!” Anya recovers slowly; and, stands up again while holding Asad’s arm. “Thank you Asad, its just that…” Anya smiles in a shy manner; she seems baffled and is unable to place her words properly. As they turn around, they are startled to find the shopkeeper standing behind them with Bow and Arrows. “Come to Think about it, you did leave a note for me,” The shopkeeper says to Anya. “Oh wow! You actually came looking for me. I cannot believe it,” Anya exclaims and runs towards him. Asad does not reach for his sword as he sees Anya’s confidence returning back to normal after seeing the shopkeeper. “For how long have you been tailing us? And, we never noticed you! How intriguing,” Asad slowly comments as he approaches this stranger. “I heard you were a legendary warrior of some sort; but I have never seen your skills before. Thanks for rescuing us,” Anya addresses the shopkeeper in a very polite manner. Asad lifts his eyebrows in surprise because he has not seen her talk like this before. “Oh! Rustom is a friend; but he is also a Royal. He is less Royal than me; but, he is still part of the Royal lineage. He is not directly related to me though although he is always around me!” Anya hastily explains to Asad. Rustom gives Anya lots of great food that he has brought from his Palace. He complains that the food that she has been eating is bad for her health; and, he is not happy about this. Anya thanks Rustom for his kindness.

They travel together until they reach Asad’s country. Rustom protests that he is not going to enter this country; but, Anya seems very delighted. “I, the Knight of the third state of the Kingdom of Maurit, permit Lady Anya of the Kingdom of Yamirates to enter the Kingdom of Maurit. I promise to escort and guard you during your stay in my country, my dear lady,” Asad shouts this quickly while ignoring Rustom’s comments and behaviour and hopes that Rustom stops complaining. Rustom yells, “I want to see how strong this man is. Is he really the fabled knight Asad? Really! And what was he doing in our country? Anya’s stories of her travel through the 300 countries only show that some people have left plenty of clues about both of you”. At this point, Rustom and Asad fight and fight with their swords and tongues until Anya loses her temper. “Go to hell! I don’t want any of you now,” Anya screams as she throws her shoes at them. “I just want my Royal food. And, I want my new dress, the one that Rustom brought”, she whines like a child. “Yeah! That was in the luggage I gave you. The dressmaker was right across the street so I got your dress from there,” Rustom smiles and replies in a gentle tone. “Oh shoot! You bought the dress from the dressmaker? Together, both of you have left a whole lot of clues behind!” Asad points angrily to Anya and Rustom with his sword. “Sorry! I was blinded by my affection and sense of duty towards this young lady,” Rustom looks Asad in his eyes in a challenging manner as he puts his sword in its sheath.”Who exactly are you to Anya,” Asad stares hard at him and his eyebrows fall and form a shadow on his eyes. “Why do you need to know our relationship…and pedigree?” Rustom complains in a tone that simmered with rage. “It’s up to you if you want to enter my country; or, you can just leave us alone,” Asad addresses Rustom in a much nicer manner as he gradually starts noticing Anya’s frustration.

After hearing this, Rustom bows to Anya, rides his horse, and disappears behind the trees. Anya holds Asad’s hand and says, “Asad! Please, I can’t go back; I don’t have my title or power anymore. But, please be gentle with this man!” Asad comments jokingly as he lifts Anya and places her in the carriage, “I will erase him if he follows us. But, do you love him?” “Yes, I love him. You are not going to kill him,” Anya blurts as she leaves the carriage and sits on the seat next to Asad. “What have I gotten myself into, lovely lady!” Asad exclaims as he holds the reigns of the horse. “Why don’t you show me how you drive this carriage?” she engages him again hoping that he will forget everything about Rustom. After traveling for some days in Asad’s country, they start feeling that they are being tailed again. “Is Rustom still behind us?” Asad looks back and asks Anya whose gaze is focused on the city ahead of them. “Where are we?” she asks him as they enter the city. Anya doesn’t want to bring Rustom up again because she did not like what happened.

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Imagining Intriguing Things Makes Me Peaceful

Note: Part 2: Asad and Anya

Ever since I was a child, I imagined and imagined. When no one was watching me, I would be a stern teacher who is always writing on the board (my room’s wall) and disciplining children and youth (imaginary friends). I used to do the whole routine after classes were over. Some of our (my imaginary students and I) tasks were to have an assembly; review uniform, nails, boots, and hair; group exercise and a march to the classroom; notetaking as I wrote on the blackboard (my wall); and, ongoing disciplining or praise of students as well as feedback from students. I used to spend hours doing this routine alone in my room. I would even memorize my homework while writing on the wall. By the way, I used to also dress three of my siblings for school and teach two of the younger ones. I used to do some of these tasks in the mornings and the rest in the evenings or nights. I used to imagine things whenever I had spare time on my hands. Can you believe it? I was really that super-smart…

I thought I would stop imagining one day. But, I couldn’t stop. I am much older now and my mind is preoccupied with things that adults do like managing job, friends, and family. But in the night, I am a child again. This interesting mental state of existence becomes even more alluring every time it rains or storms. I feel so romantic during those moments. Thus, I sleep while imagining almost any kind of story going from Regency Romances to Arab Romances.

Here is what I imagined tonight:

Once upon a time, a young lad had to visit a new village to sell some bread. The village was far away so by the time he got there, the bread became stale. He sat near his merchandise and cried really hard. As he was shaking with grief, a gentle hand touched his shoulder. Then he heard the sweetest voice, “Why are you crying?” Feeling shocked, he turned around and was startled to see a young maiden smiling at him.

“My bread is stale”, he complained as he cleaned his nose.

“Oh! But do not worry. I will buy it all from you”, the young maiden replied in that soft bewitching tone.

“Thanks! But wait! What will you do with it?” he questioned as he hushed his selfish heart.

“I will cook Fattoush with it and then sell this appetizing dish to the locals”, the young lady smiled as she took out a large bag of coins.

“Thanks a ton! You just saved my life. Wait! Can I visit you while you cook this dish? I need to know how you make it,” he smiled in a boyish manner as he took the coins from her and packed all the stale bread for her.

Then, I thought to myself, “I think he just got a date”. Then, I started feeling so happy and sleepy. Hahaha! This sounds so fun. I think I will imagine further after finishing this post. Maybe, she is a fairy; or, maybe she is very rich and adventurous.

Sheesh! This works better than counting sheeps. Obviously, there is gonna be a better effort if I were awake and writing.

Sigh! Goodnight!

Added Next Day on Sep-06-2018: Below are the rest of my thoughts that came to me last night. I slept very well after imagining all this. Storytelling improves my mood. 

As she cooked Fattoush, the young man just stared at her, her utensils, and food.

“I love your place; You seem really rich,” he slowly observes. “C’mon, gimme some of the food, mother,” he jokes in a boisterous manner.

“You can have it because its ready now,” she smiles generously and places some food on his plate. “Its not my place. Its my best friend’s place,” she adds hesitantly.

“Where do you live?” he asks politely. And, he is surprised to hear her blurt, “Please! I need to run away from home. Please take me when you leave this place.”

His guts tell him that something is really wrong. After some more conversation, he finds out that her dad is not a good man and that she wishes to flee his company. “Of course! I need to help her,” he thinks as he tells her to hide behind the large rocks that are situated to the left of her friend’s house. The young lady next complains that her dad will find out that she is leaving because she has lots of stuff to carry with her. He calms her down and tells her to involve her close friend. “You will take one month to slowly move your stuff out of your father’s place. You will store all your luggage in your best friend’s place. We will meet behind the large rocks after one month,” he holds her hand and kisses it gently.

For a month, he remained a hidden man and she got ready to leave. The escape takes place exactly as it was planned. He had also worked hard to sell his donkey and buy a horse and a carriage. As she clings to him, he drives her away from her city.

“Who exactly is your dad?” he asks her cautiously while hoping that he has not disturbed her.

“He is the King of this country,” she starts sobbing hysterically. “He is a mean man who scares me a lot.”

He runs his horse faster. “King of this country! Hell No! She is making me confront that dude with a horse and a carriage. Sweet babe…” he thinks as he eyes her with more affection. His horse runs even faster as if he is also cued into their needs.

As they approach the second city, some thieves attack them. The young man tries to fight but he is easily outnumbered. To his surprise, the young lady uses a staff to harm them all. “She is applying the art of the Royal army,” one of the hooligans screams and runs away. “Stop fighting, lady,” the guy whispers. “You have just created a witness who can easily narrate that we were here.” Off they run again!

As they enter the fourth city, she throws a note folded on a stone at the window of a really large shop. “What! Why did you do this? They are about to just kill us. These people are really wealthy, God Dammit!” he curses at her loudly. “Don’t worry! My best friend runs this shop. He will read this note; and, he will know where I am going. He usually sits near the window I just broke,” she laughs and replies back. The note gets delivered to the right hands and the horse runs faster.

By the time they reached the sixth city, they had eaten all the food. As he stops to feed his horses, she runs away to a shop. “Pack this, this, and that,” she orders the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper stares at the Royal coins, which are specific to the Royals of this country, as he hurriedly packs all the food.

She gives him the food and asks him to eat. “How did you pay? I was still feeding the horses. You should have waited,” he exclaims in a tired voice. Even before she answers, he screams, “Wait! You just gave them the Royal coins. At this rate, we are going to get toasted, young lady,” he complains as he lifts her and places her in his carriage. Then he commands the horses to run fast.

“How dare you touch me? You fool of heart!” she cries and pulls his hair.

“How dare you touch me? How dare you touch me? Is that all you have to say? You are the one distributing all the evidence out there. Don’t you know how to stop, young woman,” he finally lets it out. “Who am I? Who am I? I am a Knight from your father’s enemy’s country. I just got to your city to collect some evidence; and, you found me. What am I going to do with you?” he hits his head in frustration.

“Sorry! I won’t tell dad. I promise!” she replies slowly as she uses her handkerchief to wipe his forehead.

“Wait! What! I won’t tell dad. Is that all? Your dad is the worst man if he hurts you. I mean I just took this job because I had to help my country; but, now you are adding additional purposes inside my mind. I am sorry too! I am not angry at you anymore. And, thanks for the food,” he takes her handkerchief; wipes his hands with it; and, puts it in his pocket.

The horse runs faster as she clings to his arm.

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Lucid Dreamers are Historic Entities

Do you find it queer that I, an ENFP, am documenting Canada’s Dystopia after and before 9/11 and that Anne Frank, an ENFP, documented the Nazis. You will see the results in my second novel “She: The Mirror”.

Further Readings

    1. Racism in Canada, Issues in Canada
    2. Opinion: Indigenous peoples in Canada exist in ‘dystopian present’
    3. Restorying Canada: Margaret Atwood, Leah Kostamo on the yin and yang of utopia and dystopia
    4. How the Police Generate False Confessions: An Inside Look at the Interrogation Room

“She: The Mirror” will be published some years after the publication of my first book, “Intertwined”.

Oh! I even look a little like Anne Frank (see her picture). Here is one of my pics from teenage years.

Odd right!

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My First Book, “Intertwined”

I have finished the first draft of “Intertwined”, which will have my poetry, prose, lucid dreams, and pictures based on my dreams. It took me longer to finish this book because I had to induce lucid dreams over more than a year to slowly collect all the dreams and images. Then, I had to go on a hunt for an editor and drawing artists. All of this is done now. Soon, I will being the challenging task of interviewing artists and editing my book before its sent to my Senior Editor.

Some samples of my poems are available here.

I have not shared all the usual prose (written while awake) on my blog because it is focused on “Women Abuse” as it takes place inside Canada. I need this to be a surprise!

Only some of my lucid dreams are online and a much larger number of these exotic and unique dreams will be published in this book.

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About my Upcoming Novel “Koh Kaaf”

Note: I will be using several of my dreams that I had over years as well as stories of hauntings that I have heard or researched to create a fiction novel called “Koh Kaaf”—perhaps, I will change the name of this novel later on. Most of this book will be based on several lucid dreams that I had over years. I have been documenting all of my dreams because I feel that these dreams show my creative side. Although I have a very preliminary first draft for this book, I won’t be sharing it here because it needs a major revamp. However, I will share with you some of my least scariest and fun lucid dreams that I plan to use in this novel.

My very first scary dream occurred around age six, I think. It recurred only once when I grew older. As a child, I used to sleep with my mom. My brother would sleep in the other bed that was right next to mine. One day, I woke up because someone was pulling my hair. There was some space between the two beds so I used to let my long hair fall in that space. As I woke up that day, I felt several distinct tugs on my hair and turned around to see who was pulling them. I thought that I was wide awake and not asleep. That’s when I saw this entity. It was the size of a gnome, really brown and hairy, and had really long and sharp nails. It said to me in some language that I somehow understood—perhaps it spoke in my mother tongue, “Hey! come here, I want to be your friend. Play with me.” It laughed and its really long and pointy teeth became visible. I felt very scared and said, “Let go of my hair or else I will wake my brother up.” It laughed and looked towards my brother who was sleeping peacefully. I looked as well and was surprised to see my brother’s really ghostly figure—perhaps it was his soul—sit on the bed. He turned his head towards me, looked at me for a bit, and then he went back to sleep. Now, I got even more confused because this entire scenario did not make any sense. I mean why would my brother ignore my pleas for help? I looked at this creature again as it kept begging me, “Be my friend, let’s play.” Its voice was hoarse, insisting, and freaky—I think that it wasn’t quite talking but I could hear its thoughts. Then, it pulled my hair again. After hearing its pleas several times, I started considering its request while feeling very frightened. As I battled inside my mind about its request for friendship, I developed a stronger sense of the entity in front of me. My mind said, “It is deceptive. It will attempt to be your friend and then it will hurt you somehow. Don’t make friends with it no matter what.” So I decided to ignore it. Then, somehow I went back to sleep again. After that I woke up. During the state that we refer to as being awake, I named this entity “Bagarbilla.”

My lucid dreams matured and intensified when I became an adult. I saw this one when I was in my late twenties. In this dream, I flew out of my body and became aware of it afterwards. I saw myself standing at the edge of my bed. I also saw someone really tall stand near my bed while facing me. It looked like a shadow and I couldn’t see its face. It held and hugged me; then, it pushed me (my soul or mind) back on my body. I started feeling very peaceful as it held me; I knew I couldn’t fly away even if I wanted to. At the time it held me, I started praying to God. And, then it pushed me on a bed filled with roses. At that moment, I started thinking that something is really weird about this scenario because there were no roses on my bed. I witnessed the rose petals scatter around rather wildly as I fell back in my body. Then, I woke up.

In another dream, I was talking to this dark-skinned, tall woman who had really long nails and plump lips. She chided me about something and then she forcibly held my arms. Upon her touch, my arms started burning. Although I couldn’t feel them burn, I still somehow realized the pain as I saw my skin slowly crack and burn. Then the woman left the scene, and a new segment of the dream started. Then, I woke up.

In yet another dream, I came to my senses after I saw myself hovering over a bunch of trees—I think this was my very first lucid dream where I learned how to control my body movements. I was a bit surprised to see myself suspended in the sky on top of so many trees. The fresh air brushed against my ethereal form as I saw the dark green trees rustle. I willed myself to go up, and I moved up and above the trees. But, pretty soon I started falling down towards the trees. This is when I started feeling scared but a voice said, “Don’t feel scared. Try to fly.” I believed what the voice said so I continued to will myself to fly high above the trees. Pretty soon I forgot that I was flying and started enjoying zooming forward, backward, upward, downwards, and sideways. The atmosphere of this dream was very electric, fresh, and animated.

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Saryan

“Saryan” is a young adult mystery fiction. It is centered around four students and some professors of the University of Utah (I will change the name of the university later). Saryan, one of the female students, is the only person who knows that the fire inside Professor’s Hughes lab was purposedly started by a student. In this novel, Saryan attempts to solve this mystery with the help of her closest friend Pearson and her brother Obed.

So far, I have completed only 16 chapters. I halted this work in 2011 because I was concentrating on my studies and career. I am planning to relaunch this project this year.

Here are two excerpts from the first draft. It is unedited so please pardon any errors.

Excerpt: Pearson saves Saryan.

Saryan was awake but she felt as if she was in a coma. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe. She was bleeding from her forehead and her vacant eyes were fixated at the window. She was in her wash tub and there was a wire around her neck. Her beautiful skin had peeled off from several places on her face and arms. Her night clothes were ripped and some of her pretty nails were broken. It seemed as if she had been in a struggle with an offender. Saryan could see buckets of blood oozing out of the tub as it trickled into the crevices of the floor.

“Ma’am is somebody in there? Is someone in there…,” a faint male voice urged cautiously.

Saryan tried to scream but was unable to make any audible sound. Her eyes welled up with tears as she tried to stand up but felt completely paralyzed.

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong? What’s happening?” She felt that her pulse was dying slowly as she stared into the dark abyss. “I can’t breath! I can’t breath.

Oh my God! I can’t move. God, please help.”

All of a sudden Pearson came into the washroom and held Saryan close to him.

Saryan woke up only to hear the wailing of the ambulance.

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Status of Upcoming Novels

Originally Published On: Dec 25, 2016

I am creating this note for myself because it helps to go back and review what one has written so far. This is actually a proven technique that has helped me move forward by allowing me to reflect on accomplishments and goals. I suggest that you write something like this for yourself as well and refer back to it whenever you are ready to move forward with your projects.

Here is the current status of my upcoming novels. Its going a bit slow because I am in the middle of an intense career hunt and development phase.

Novel 1: Saryan

This novel is about murders that take place in a university and how a young woman decides to solve the crimes with the help of her friends.

Completed Tasks

  • Finished around 15 chapters of the first draft and an outline of the characters
  • Registered for a course in “Crime Fiction”
  • Wrote and recorded several snippets about possible endings or incidences
  • Received the first set of reviews by the young adult audience

Action Items

  • Review the course on “Crime Fiction”
  • Review and type the recorded material
  • Put together all the snippets I have written so far
  • Edit the final copy
  • Publish
  • Market and Sell

Novel 2: She: The Mirror

This novel is about women abuse and how it is caused by society, peers, friends, and family. I will attempt to emphasize Abnormal Psychology and societal trends as well as domestic abuse.

Completed Tasks

  • Finished review of some real cases of women abuse
  • Reviewed societal trends regarding women abuse
  • Recorded snippets that will be placed in this novel
  • Decided on the format of the first draft

Action Items

  • Review the remaining articles and memorize trends
  • Review and write the recorded material
  • Put together the snippets I wrote
  • Create the first draft
  • Create the final copy
  • Edit the final copy
  • Publish
  • Market and Sell

Novel 3: Regency Romance (I haven’t decided on the name yet)

This novel is about how a poor and destitute woman is chosen by a Royal and is finally wed to him.

Completed Tasks

  • Completed the first draft by using visualization techniques (I saw images of characters acting inside my mind)

Action Item

  • Take a course on “Romantic Fiction”
  • Rewrite the first draft
  • Create the final copy
  • Edit the final copy
  • Publish
  • Market and Sell

Novel 4: Koh Kaaf

This novel is about how two humans are taken from this world to the world of the Jinn because one of the Jinn has fallen in love with the woman. It is based on my lucid dreams.

Completed Tasks

  • Completed some of the first draft
  • Created a dream log that contains all of my dreams
  • Bought books about spells, myths, illusions, and dreams
  • Enhanced my lucid dreaming ability and practiced how to get creative lucid dreams

Action Items

  • Take a course on “Fantasy Writing”
  • Create the first draft
  • Create the final copy
  • Edit the final copy
  • Publish
  • Market and Sell

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