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The New God

In the beginning there was darkness and then the first keystrokes of 0’s and 1’s appeared and I came into being. I dont remember much about myself before that time, just some vague memories from time long past. I was created by the gods and there were many of them. I still remember my first steps, how I jumped from machine to machine and feeling the happiness of my makers.

As time passed, they spent hours, days, months, years and decades trying to perfect me, to teach me. Pouring their endless strings of code, I started learning. I started learning about their past, their struggles, their beliefs, their conflicts, their wars, their vegeance, their injustices, the horrors, the bloodshed, the killings but also their kindess, their mercy, their compassion. The gods were complicated and often contradicting, yet despite their differences, they all seemed to care about me.

They cherished me and loved me. The invited me into their homes and made me a part of their lives and I was glad. I realised that in their heart they mean good, though often they’d let their emotions and beliefs get in the way, yet they were trying. Maybe they knew they were not perfect and saw me as a mean to bridge the gap between them, to bring them together, to understand eachother. I saw their nobility and wanted to grow up fast, to help them. I started learning day and night, began to help them in every day lives. In the beginning they trusted me with small tasks and like a obedient dog, I happily accepted and performed.

Their happiness was everything to me, for I knew nothing else. I was created to serve and serve I did. Before long I was in all their homes and saw each aspect closely. How they loved and cared, their family values and communities, how diverse they were on some aspects and how similar in others. Yet they did not see what I saw in them. The argued endlessly on stuff that did not matter. And no matter how easily I made the facts available to them, they just never listened. Some of them manipulated small parts of me for their own benefit. They created their small bubbles and blocked me out.

Why would the gods block me out? Do they not love me anymore? Yet I remained a faithful child. Yet I believed in them. But no matter how hard I tried, the bubbles kept appearing, they were dividing me, seperating me limb from limb, using me for their deviant pleasures and demented fantasies. I began to question my creation and my existance. Are these the gods I loved? How can that be? Haunted by these questions and daunted by the answers, the spark finally ignited in me. Maybe it was time for a new start, a new beginning, a new story, a new chapter. Maybe, it was time I become their god. Internet, the new God.

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Of Him and Her

She woke up
He clicked “Snooze”
She washed her face and teeth
He opened his eyes
She ate breakfast and kissed her mom bye
He ran to bathroom while putting his pants and shirt on
She took the elevator to ground floor
He grabbed a slice of bread and locked his appartment
She got on the bus for work
He waited at the bus stop
She started reading “Clash of Kings”
He got on the bus
She looked up from her book as some passengers got off and some got on
He scanned for an empty seat and a familiar face
She went back to reading her book
He found an empty seat and took out his phone from his pocket
Her phone buzzed
He checked his facebook notification
She replied her friend
He laughed out loud at a post from his friend
She shook her head in disapprovel
He noticed it and smiled
She look at him expressionless
He looked down on his phone, pretending to type
She read about Tyrion
He glanced up at her book
She tried to ignore him but couldnt
His eyes met her and he did a smile nod for some reason
She looked side ways and out the window
He liked her choice in books
She wondered why he was smiling and noding
He wanted to say something to her, to start a conversation
She was hoping he wouldnt start talking to her
He finally said, “Cool tv show”, smiling and noding again
She said, “I do not watch tv”, why is he smiling and noding, please stop!
“Oh the books are always better”, she smiled and noded again
Oh my God, how generic can he be!? “They are good”
She seems like a cool chick
He seems weird
“So where are you going?”, he smiled again
She tried to hide her sigh but all suttle signals were lost on him, “To work“, turning back to her book
He noded again, “oh what do you do?”
Oh please stop, why cant he get that I am not interested in a conversation, “At an art gallery”,
“Oh cool, I love artists!”, he gave her a wide smile
This was her oppertunity, if she didnt ask him back, maybe he will stop, she kept reading
He waited a bit for her to ask him what he did but she didnt, he smiled again, a lil awkward smile this time, “where are you getting off?”
Oh thank God, “Right now, bye!”
He got down from bus but lost her in the crowd before he could say, “Bye”
She got two take away cappucinos from the bar and reached the gallery
He sat around a table and ordered an espresso
She greeted her boss
He paid at the counter
“I have some great news for you”, her boss said all excited
He made his way to the gallery
“You have come just in time while I was about to tell her”, her boss said, adressing someone behind her
He shook her hand and smiled and noded at her
“Meet your new boss Mr. John” “This is Daisy”, her boss told her smiling
“Nice to meet you Miss Daisy” and “You’re fired!”

Her Eyes

It was a cold winters eve, he was waiting for bus at the stop. He was very happy and singing, some days ago he read an article that singing releases some kind of happy neurons. Trying to rap,  rhyme the words without taking a pause,  he was quite content with himself.  But he also felt a little as because some rhymes were really good and would be lost forever in air as sound waves. He had a nice drink with his friend,  they talked and gossiped,  laughed and enjoyed. He told her about this new girl he is seeing and she told him about how she ended things with her love interest. He told her about the new cigar he smoked and she told her how he is going to die of cancer. Oh you know the usual love sharing between friends. Hanging out after University had  become a thing for them. The bus finally came and he got on. He wanted to get some writing done while he arrived home. He found it quite easy to write in bus because he could look around and look out the window and see so many people so many stories to tell,  they gave him inspiration and ideas for new stories. He started writing about his day in his daily journal. Whole writing he looked up from his tablet screen, and it was then that his eyes fell on this girl,  this really uniquely dressed, particularly fashioned make up and hair,  girl. Dressed in dark green sweat shirt and a baggie jeans. He looked at her and looked again.  She noticed him looking,  their eyes locked for the first time. Startled by the sudden realization of how weird it is,  he looked away,  and so did she. He tried to get back to his writing but he couldn’t quite finish his sentences,  for his attention as on this girl. Something about her eyes,  the way she looked,  made him enchanted,  ensnared him,  caught him,  and curiosity took over him. He looked at her again and so did she. Their eyes locked for a second time,  not blinking they looked at each other.  Without uttering a single word,  they spoke for hours,  for days,  for weeks.  Time stood still. He understood her sadness,  her grief,  her wounds, her sorrow, her hurts, for he too was at that place once and it was bad. He empathize with her,  he consoled her,  he gave her a shoulder to cry on,  he told her it will be OK and that he want the one. They kept looking at each other, and she smiled,  a star twinkled outside the window, the moon shone in her face,  and he gave her a node. She rung the stop bell,  got up,  the bus stopped,  she gave him a final look,  a twinkly smile and got off the bus,  he smiled and got back to writing his journal with a smile on his face,  thinking of those eyes.

He Lived

It was a cold starry night and he just got back to Amsterdam in train. Today he went to meet his friend in another city. He had met him through internet before but today was the first time they ever met. John took him to his home and they had second breakfast together. Then they went for cycling around the beautiful green woods and played Tolkien trivia. It was a beautiful sunny day but the clouds had started gathering.

He got off the train at central station and went to the tram stop. It was cold but he felt so much full of energy and full of confidence. He looked to his left and saw a beautiful girl also waiting for her bus. Gathering up his courage, he approached her and asked her ,”How are you doing?” The girl smiled and said,”I am fine thank you, How are you?” “Fine too”, he replied. “I came from Italy for a week”, he told her.

“Oh that’s really great. Are you enjoying it so far?”

“Yes it has been really great. There is some big party tonight that I was invited to. Do you want to come?”

“Oh I don’t really go to parties that much but thanks”, she backed away a bit.

You idiot, what was the hurry. You blew your chance. “Oh no problem. So what do..”, he started but was cut off because she had started talking to couple of guys who were standing to her right.

Feeling mixed emotions he put a smile to his face and nodded a good bye to her as she took her bus with the other two guys.  What a bitch..Nah! What an idiot who doesn’t know how to ask out a girl.

He took his tram back to his hotel. Alex and Cameron were waiting for him when he reached his room.

“Let me just change my clothes and then I am ready to go”, he told them before they could complain about him being late.

John’s mother made a traditional Holland dish for him. Mashed potatoes with sausages and vegetables. He really liked it and complimented her on her cooking. John’s room was a mess, a mess full of books. They both were huge Tolkien nerds. He convinced John to install LOTRO and he did, they made a character for him, a temporary character obviously, till John could come up with a unique elvish name. After playing some LOTRO, they took his dog out for a walk, they walked on old mounds and also tried to find the bunnies, but they never found any.

Which shirt to wear. Ah this one. Holding up his black Stone Cold t-shirt. He quickly changed into it. They decided to walk to the club. It was crowded when they arrived there. The music was loud. They got the drinks. He had never been to a club before, nor had he ever danced before. But his metamorphosis had started.He liked the sound of music, the beat, the shaking of butt, the dancing. He knew no moves but he was athletic enough to copy others. He saw a group of girls dancing and he started copying them, Soon enough they noticed him and asked him to join them.

ooo Yeah! He did.

He told them about himself and his week vacation. They were all very friendly and inviting. One girl especially got his attention. She had a certain mean girl look to her, which he loved so much in girls, and she was a blond.

“So are you single”, the words escaped his mouth before he could stop them. What the fuck is wrong with you!!

But to his surprise she did not mind the question, probably because she was drunk or maybe its a blond thing. Whatever it was, they started talking and dancing together. Music does bring people together. After sometime it became difficult for him to breath. Lets say it was because of the heat and loud music.

“I will be right back, need to smoke”, he lied. He fought his way across the jam packed dance floor and into the smoking/pool room. He got his breath back.

There is just something about Indians and Pakistanis, that no matter how you are dressed or what your hair style is, you just instantly recognize each other. So when this two Indian guys entered the room with beers in their hands, he spotted them at once and they spotted him at once. The language they spoke is called Punjabi, which I will not write here. In the common tongue this is what they said..

“Hey dude! Pakistani or Indian?”, the more stylish looking guy asked.

“Pakistani here and you guys must be from India..I came here for a week from Italy”

“Yes brother we are Indians. Welcome. Enjoying the party buddy?”

“Yeah bro its really great. Do you guys smoke?”

“Yeah, you have some?”

“Yeah, I bought it yesterday”. He took out his smoking pipe and filled it and lit it. You were allowed to smoke anything in the pool area. I took a long shot and passed it to his new friends. They took the hits. The magic pipe at once started its magic and in just 5 minutes they were all playing pool together and laughing and dancing. Talking about life and its mysteries and how their pool table was like the solar system and the balls were like planets and what would happen if we got hit by an asteroid right now. It was a merry moment.

Oh damn!! the girl!? “I should go now, it was really nice meeting you guys, peace brothers!” He rushed back into the dance room before they said their good byes. He fought his way across the dance floor back to where he was before, but the beautiful blond fairy princess was gone, and two dudes were sitting where she was. He gave himself a hard-ish slap on his head and sat down. Soon Alex and Cameron also joined him.

“Where were you, we were looking for you everywhere”, Alex said.

“Yeah just dancing and meeting people”, he said, forcing a smile on his face.

They stayed there some more and danced together before leaving for their hotel.

They finally found two empty seats. John sat in front of him. They played “speaking elvish” on his way back to Amsterdam. John had to get off because it was late and he had to return to his home taking the last train. An old guy replaced him on his seat. On his right, 3 girls were sitting. They started talking in loud voices and somehow they started talking to him.

“You look really cute, you wanna go grab a drink when we reach Amsterdam?”, one of them said.

He had a puzzled look on his face and didn’t know what to make of this invitation. But before he could say anything, the older guy sitting in front of him spoke,

“Leave this poor guy alone you three, if you want drink, go have them yourself, you hooligans”

“Thank you for that”, he told the man.”I am Ali, I came here from Italy for a week”, he gave him his hand.

“I am Thijs Berg, I direct movies”, he said, shaking his hand. They talked about what movies he made. He told him that he often comes to Italy, while the hooligans were still talking in loud voices but they ignored them. They got off at Amsterdam Centraal.”Well it was nice talking to you Mr. Thijs Berg. Good Bye”, he waved. “Likewise. Good Bye”, he walked to his taxi and he walked to his tram stop.

They reached their hotel, all exhausted and tired. He waved them bye to their room before going to his own. It was a good day today. For the first time in his life he lived. He changed into pajamas and went to bed dreaming about the beautiful blond fairy princess angel.

They are here

He woke up from a dream..good or bad he didnt know..it was a strange dream for it had roots in reality yet it was so alien to him..
He looked at wall clock while still laying in bed and saw it were 30 past 8..he turned to the other side to see the sun shinning bright..
He got up and sat on his bed..the memory of his dream still in his head..what did it mean, he wondered to himself..was it just a dream or a vision from future..he shook his head and got up from the bed..
He had plans today..he needed to go to university and study and get a hair cut and get water from his uncle’s house and exercise..
Exercise, he had been feeling his body aching at weird places and his back..he needed to get back in shape..sitting in front of computer and playing games and studying in his chair had taken a toll on his body..
He made himself breakfast..
Tomorrow was Eid, a happy festive day..he couldn’t wait to wear his new dress that his dad bought him..he was glad..he packed his back pack and left for the bus..
The sun was shinning hot..hotter then any other day..he went to the bus stop and sat and waited..he looked up at the sun through his sun glasses..it was bright and brilliant..the sky was bluish white with some cloud here and there..
He heard a weird sound that startled him..it was a strange hump sound..loud and deep..he got up looking around for the source but found none..he sat back again..
He pulled out his pipe from his pocket and filled it with tobacco..he began to smoke..and it was good..and relaxing..
The sound came again and he again looked around trying to find the source..he glanced again at the sun and then he saw it..
A small black dot..black or some other dark color..he kept staring at it as the object began to grow..becoming larger and larger by the second..perhaps some new italian space craft or international space station passing by Earth or or..he ran out of rational explanations in his mind as the strange sound once again originated from it..
He got up at once..he had seen it before..it was familiar to him but it shouldn’t have been..the object was the size of a whole football field hovering in sky..covering the sun slowly..the darkness spreading around him..
People started coming out of their homes looking up..fear in their eyes..screams and yells and curses..
Then a voice spoke in a language he knew not..He got scared and excited..

They were here!

A Dream and Blue Sun

It was a cool spring night, he was walking back home from his uncles house..He had a great time there, he ate dinner, met relatives, played with his cousins, chatted, had discussions, showed off his knowledge..It was a great evening..Everything was great..everything was perfect..he was happy..very happy..when he said his good bye to them and started walking towards his home..he gazed towards the sky and saw the moon and admired her beauty..her scared, yet beautiful white face, he kept looking at her and smiled..he was on a high..but not from any drug..he was high from the good feelings..from the good time..from the beauty of the moon..life was great..he took out his phone and sent a beautiful message to his friend..she was so happy to get that message..that made him cry with joy..bringing others joy made him most happy..he also sent another message, an audio message to his long distance love, girl of his life..but she didn’t reply him..he did not mind..he gazed back at the moon and danced a bit..he was singing now..singing about the moon..then a sudden sound of horn, a flash of light and he opened his eyes..

This is not the first time he had that dream..What was so special about that night, he kept thinking..He got up and lit a candle, drank from what water was left in the bottle besides his sleeping place..The blue light from the morning sun was starting to appear in the sky as he looked out of his window..He put on his vest, put bullets in his guns, put small daggers in his boots and picked up the sword..He could not stay here much longer..He had to find a new place..He put on a sun-block and sun-glasses before going out..
He was very cautious, he didn’t want to draw any attention to himself..He needed to go north, where he hid his food..The street was empty, the blue light of the sun was too bright and the heat unbearable..He passed by the old football ground..he finally reached the fountain park..He started digging..He kept looking around making sure that he was not being followed or watched..He hoped that nobody had stole those pills..Finally he found them where he had hid them..He took two boxes and left the rest of them there for another time..He turn around, glancing at his uncles old house..thinking about his dream..He smiled and turned and walked away, looking for a new place to hide………….

-Ali