Brushed by death
Farhad Aziz
“How dare a mere mortal try to enter the gates to the
underworld which determines punishment and judgement; happiness for eternity
and fear”. The calm and deep voice yet filled with the essence of sagacity and
surety; declared to me questioning my choices of life or death.
Curiosity and interest have been taking over mankind for
decades. It loads to victory, learning the new and different kinds of wonders
which was hidden in this world; but this leads to the demise of those who have
been completely ruled by the peculiar feeling leading our hearts
uncontrollably.
I would say that this bizarre feeling led me to believe in
uncanny and queer things that were totally unbelievable. I had been addicted to
Greek mythology for years but at a point I had to let go of it due to the
responsibilities of life. On my holiday in Italy, it was then when my belief
came to life.
Now, let me lead you to a story that shall lead you to
folklore, ancient Greece and the place where time has stopped, fantasies become
true for those who end up as the ones with supernatural powers.
It was the best holiday I needed for a refreshing pause from
my world of work. It was facing the sea, where coral and pearls glimmered in
the light blue calm sea. The sun smiling at me, and the specks of gold which
would catch your eye, embedded with dazzling and uniquely coloured seashells.
After my lavish breakfast which was of the delights one
desires: caramel apple and cinnamon rolls blueberry pancakes which smelled as
sweet as honey, which would make your mouth water, Danish waffles and more. I
simply felt delighted. I went out for a walk and to explore a nearby cave.
The cave had caught my eye. It was the only place where
nobody was seen. All the seashells, sands and all types of birds or any living
being avoided the area of the mysterious cave. It stimulated me to check out
the premises. I left at night when all was silent. The waves which were dark
black, fell asleep and the stars had awoke turning their rhythm of twinkles.
I stepped my foot inside, shadows danced on the glimmering
walls. The cave called out to me. They were all whispering, souls of despair
were reaching out to me, asking me to join their demise and downfall. They have
taken hold of every part of me forcing me to venture deeper through the cave. I
felt like I was being hypnotized.
Suddenly the cave rumbled…The Gods had felt the essence of life.
They questioned me and pulled me deeper into the underworld. The house of
Hades, the God of death and in all the underworld. He is the king of it, and I
had crossed the line, immediately got a hold of myself, but it was too late I
thought so. The ruthless king questioned me while I was being pulled to death, but
gladly I stopped back and satisfied the Gods anger. My fate was to be
determined….
