Vanishing Time

In a world where “time” seems to vanish into thin air while “things to do” keep lingering on with constant hope of catching “time”, I am left to wonder where is time vanishing too?

The alarm rings at 8:00am and I keep snoozing it for an hour hoping to get more sleep yet dreading the wasted minutes that are passing me by. That hour of snoozing is a restless hour, filled with thoughts and continues demands to enjoy my sleep. A battle deep within me makes it impossible to fall back into the wonders of my dreams and away from the schedules of my reality.

I finally push the covers off my body, jump out of bed and rush to the bathroom. It is at this point on that I am unable to relax, every minute counts, every second makes a difference and the whole schedule starts to form itself accordingly. I flip through my clothes in the closet in hopes of finding something I feel comfortable with, knowing that I will be out of the house all day with no hope of coming home to take an hour break I had to choose something that would last me all day long.

Within 10 minutes I am done getting dressed and go off into the TV room to have my mug of coffee and cigarette before I have to rush out of the house. I walk into the TV room to find my mom already there fully dressed and sipping on her coffee in delight watching the news channel. I sit with her as we have a quick update of both our mornings and then immediately finish off my coffee as I move myself towards my laptop to check my e-mails, wondering if there is anything that needs to be done before I have to leave. As it just so happens, there is always something to be done, and so in complete indulgence I dive into work mode, hearing nothing and answering no one. My mom tries to open topics with me and all that keeps coming out of my mouth are the words, “yes”, “oh”, “really” and “hmmmm”. Recently I have learnt to add the word “no” to my response system since I had found myself saying “yes” to things I have no interest in doing or the time to do.

Hours keep passing by as work over takes my entire soul, i can’t seem to stop, I can’t find a way to stop. One thing takes me into the next and into the next and in no time 3 hours have already passed and I haven’t seen the streets yet. I am already running late, my phone won’t stop ringing and I finally pick it up to go through all my bbm’s, my missed calls and any sms’s. I roll away from my desk, switch off the lap top, and rush back into the bathroom to wash my face again, brush my teeth and put on my flip flops. I return back to the tv room to pack up my lap top to take it to work with me and to my dismay my mom has a list of things she wants of me. I stand there on edge, all that is running through my mind is “I have no time, I have no time, I have no time.” Therefore I have not heard 50% of what was requested of me. I kiss her good bye and rush out the door carrying my lap top and hand bag that weights a 100 kilos from the weight of all the notebooks and books I have wedged into it.

At last I am on the road, its already 1:00pm and I am so far away from where I should be. The traffic is insane and I know that I am spending a good hour, if not more, on the road. I pick up my phone, attaché the head set to it and go through all my missed calls and unanswered bbm’s. As I am driving at no more than 3 miles an hour I am able to return all my phone calls and respond to all the bbm’s and sms’s.  Finally an hour later I arrive to work excited to get hold of my lap top again and start working on all the things that I had to cut short to get out of the house. As I park the car and walk towards my work in the Art Café I am bombarded by a whole bunch of people who are there taking classes or asking about the classes we offer there.

Quick summary about my job: It’s a place that me and two other friends decided to open together, a place where people can go and enjoy a few hours in a very artistic environment that provides nothing but art. It was 7 years ago that the idea became a reality and its been taken care of solely by one partner. I had spend a good two years in it then I left town for a good 5 years and finally my partners decided to convince me to come back and be fully involved. I came back to an amazing environment that was filled with people and over 30 different types of creative art classes. Our business had expanded and all the people in Cairo knew the name “Art Café”. I was so proud of my partner, she had done a great job at marketing the place and I was wondering how we were making no profit at all. That is when my role came in, I needed a base for it, a solid base, formats, schedules, prices, cost estimates etc….New branches needed to open up, yet was impossible to do with the lack of any profit we were receiving. We were requested to be more available in different areas in Cairo. We needed to expand in so many ways and that is when all the work began. On the other hand I also had my passions that I needed to pursue, reiki and NLP coaching. And so I revamped a room to turn it into a quiet reiki and NLP room.

So going back to the day: As I walked in to the Art Café I realized that getting any work done on my lap top was going to be near impossible. There were workers there renovating the space outdoors, there were workers inside painting the walls. There were children working on an array of art projects, adults coming in to take their art classes and the whole staff running around like headless chickens. Luckily my partner is there also and we try to find any place to go and have a quick update on the new upcoming art season, to no avail. We are able to exchange a few words every few hours, as we are being asked a tone of other things to do and work on.

By 7pm the day has calmed down and there is just one class taking place and the Art Café is silent with the amazing background music taking over the silence. I take out my lap top and with a joy in my heart, I take a seat to get some work done. I look at my phone and realize there is a whole new set of bbm’s, and missed calls. I decide to return the calls which eat up another hour of my day as the evening plans with friends take place. I do a few NLP’s on friends over the phone to help them out with a few issues and work on 1 or two people in Art Café who need a quick reiki for a certain emotional or physical pain.

Its already 8:30pm and I have not worked on any of the things I needed to work on, my own personal deadlines. I close my lap top, pack my things, say bye to everyone still working in Art Café and head off to my social outing. Another hour in the car, and this time I choose to hear my music blaring on blast to stop my brain from thinking. The music provokes more thoughts and so as I sit stuck in traffic I take out my note pad and jot down all the things running through my mind, my schedule gets even larger.

Finally I get to my destination point, hop out of the car, leave my lap top in the car, take my hand bag as the phone is wedged between my shoulder and my right ear talking to my friends, figuring out where they are located. As I walk in, I take a deep breath and realize what a great feeling it is to disconnect and just hang out with my friends for a bit, somewhere outside of work and all the work things I can’t stop thinking about.

The evening turns out to be very interesting, different friends join in as others leave and I find myself sitting there for at least another 3 hours, enjoying every minute of it. It’s already past 12:00am and I start itching to leave, worried about my sleep and the morning snooze. I finally get up, get in my car again and head home. It’s around 1:30 am as I park the car, exhausted and totally burnt out, my eyes burn, my head is throbbing and my shoulders are completely knotted up.

I get home, go into my bedroom and rip the clothes off my body as I rush to get into the shower. the excitement of putting on my pj’s is overwhelming and I relish every item I put on. Sleep has left me, and I am wide awake again, I go into the tv room, my mom is already fast asleep and so I have time on my own, time to just flip through he tv channels and zone out into a good show or movie. My cats greet me with an amazing amount of love as I take out their brushes and start to groom them while I watch something interesting on tv. Once done, I flop on the couch and get into a state of mind filled with nothing but interest in what I am watching.

Its 2:30 am and finally I am sleepy again, I switch off the tv set, say good night to my cats and head towards my bedroom. I cozy up inside the covers, take out my eye glasses, pick up my book that is perfectly placed on my bedside table, and I start to read. No less than half hour later my book has returned to its designated spot, my glasses are thrown into their box and I am fast asleep, inside my world of dreams and love.

Things are still pending, time has passed me by, and I have gotten only 60% of things done. Time seems to pass me by, life seems to fly by without my being able to catch it. If only I can find Time, if only I can hold it down and tell it to wait…wait for a bit…..wait for me….wait I have so much I have to do, so many things I want to do…..STOP and wait for me.


Ecstasy at its Best

The fear over took me as I lifted one leg up placing it carefully on a tiny little pedal as the other leg flew over the narrow seat and rested on the opposing  pedal. My hands grasped Mark’s shoulders as I slowly sat down on the narrow leather seat. I felt like chocking up, I was unable to breath, the large helmet closed around my face, cradling my chin and covering my ears and cheeks only allowing a narrow opening for my eyes to see and nose to breath. I asked Mark repeatedly “Are you sure this is safe? The last time I did this I was nine years old.” And Mark kept reassuring me “Trust me it is very safe, you will feel the freedom you have always longed for”

As Mark started to move very slowly with his motorcycle I relaxed for a few seconds giving full and utter trust in Mark’s abilities and the fact that he has been riding since a very young age. Just as I was starting to talk myself into the reliability of what I was on, I found my legs thrown off of the pedals and crashing against the cement floor as the motorcycle fought to hold itself up. I got off the bike in a heart beat as Mark tried to lift it off its tilted angel with all the strength he had in his legs. Once the bike was up again, standing the way a bike should stand I hesitated for a few seconds before hoping back on it. I didn’t want to make Mark feel that he was not competent at what he loved to do the most and yet the fear of my life being under someone else’s hands was overwhelming. Needless to say, the need and desire to make Mark feel that I still trusted him over took my fear and I was back on the bike, pretending like nothing happened. As we started to drive off again, this time moving a lot faster I felt my heart was gonna throw itself outside of my chest and give up on me.

“Why do I always do that to myself?”  I wondered “Why is it always someone else’s feelings that I worry about a lot more than mine?” I was afraid, so afraid all I was able to do was come to terms that this was how I was gonna die. I kept repeating prayers in my mind and heart as my arms wrapped themselves around Mark’s waist. I kept asking God to forgive all my sins and forgive any bad I had done in my life, and as I kept praying and visualizing my death we came to a halt and I was surrounded by other bikers all parked in front of a bike store chatting away and purchasing things for their bikes. Once we were off the bikes, Mark took off and went inside the store to check out helmets as I stood outside observing all the people around me, watching their facial expressions and seeing them wave a polite hello to me. Mark appeared again and asked me to go in the store with him and check it out, I obediently did that, out of worry of being left alone with the death machine.

Against all my wishful prayers, we got on the bike again and this time I was sure we were gonna die. Mark was a pro at driving a Harley and I should have felt safe internally, the anguish was beyond my understanding, the images in my head were overwhelming me as the wind crashed itself against my face and body. We stopped again at a gas station before our long trip to the sea, he asked me again at the gas station if I was ok and up for the ride and humbly I said “Yes I am ready for it” unknowingly to him that I had come to terms that God had planned my death on that very day, on that motorcycle, on a long desert road towards the sea that I was sure I would never see.

The Harley was filled up with gas, our helmets were back on our heads, my hands were balanced on marks shoulders and we were off onto the highway that is known to have killed hundreds of thousands of people. I prayed again and again, and asked for forgiveness from God in every possible form and envisioned how mad my mom would be on the day of my funeral that I actually got on a motorcycle and never told her. As all these fears and images came flashing by me something started happening to me a very unexpected turn of events. My prayers became more positive; I started asking God to bless me with a wonderful life filled with the wonderful freedom I was feeling internally at this very moment. My arms loosened from around mark’s waist and they now leaned casually on his shoulders. My head tilted up towards the sky watching the clouds form all sorts of shapes and animals. I forgot all my fears and I felt like I was one with nature and life. I lost track of life and all my worries and my mind seemed to venture in all the right directions with all the right thoughts and right expectations. Reality would come crashing at me the minute Mark would caress my leg to make sure I was doing fine and I would remember that I was on a motorcycle and not up there in the clouds having an out of body experience. Even when I would come back to reality and notice where I really was, there was nothing but utmost joy in my heart, the fear had dissipated itself into a world that refused to accept its presence anymore.

After half an hour of the most amazing ride of my life, Mark asked me if I wanted a cigarette break and I screamed out loudly “YES” with a giddy smile and a laughter I had no more control over. We stopped, I took of my helmet and started to jump up and down with loving joy. I thanked Mark for making me take this trip with him, I thanked him with all my heart at the amazing experience he just provided me with. My heart was filled with gratitude and love for this man, he took me out of my worries and gave me freedom unlike any other known to man. Once we were done we hoped back onto the bike and I was ecstatic to get back on it again, I could not wait to have the wind blow up against my body or the rush of excitement that came with speed, or the basic feeling of my soul freed outside of my body.

We continued our ride some more and in another half hour found a bike stop over where all the other motorcycles stopped to talk and take a break. As we sat down on a table sipping on our coffees we watched all the other bikers getting ready to leave, and the rush I felt inside as I watched them drive away made me crave to get on the bike again.

A small discussion went on between me and Mike and we both came to terms that it would take us another hour to get to the sea and then another hour to enjoy the beauty of nature and an hour and half to drive back. This was all going to be hard to do before sunset and therefore decided to head back into town and do this trip another day. My heart ached a bit when we decided upon that, I wanted to see the sea so badly, just to complete this wonderful feeling I had inside. I need that final closure to that wonderful ride, and the one way of feeling that and doing it was to actually be by the sea and meditate to the sound of the waves.

As we drove back, I forgot the urge to see the water and the waves and felt elated again to be on the motorcycle. The wind was getting stronger and my body felt that it would fly off the bike at any moment, but I didn’t care the least bit, I was on this bike and my soul was over joyed, I had no fears I only had an abundance of love in my heart and wanted to cherish every second of it.

What I learnt was that fear is conquerable because it is something that does not exists outside of ones mind. Those random images that kept my stomach turned over and my heart racing were only images conjured by my own mind. Once I faced my fear, came terms with it and accepted it as only a fear, I actually broke free of it. It did not exist anymore, it could not exist anymore because all those images fled away and they didn’t stop me from going ahead and doing what the “fear” tried its best to stop me from doing.

Fear froze me yet the conquering of it set me free to find a new hobby that allows my soul to drift off into wonderful realms of my true reality. Bless you Mark for the persistence on getting me on that Bike and thanks for showing me the beauty that exists outside my own mind.

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Freak Out List

It is hard to believe that I have come to an age where I cower away from mentioning it. I remember always believing that my age never represented how I felt inside. When I turned 21 the excitement to mention my age was euphoric, no one would believe it cause I still looked like an eighteen year old. At 25 I was proud to give out my age knowing well that I always looked years younger and I needed others to know how old I was, so that I can be treated like a mature woman. I felt elated to enter into the 30’s still looking like a 25 year old. Thirty one was a blessed year as I soured in self growth, confidence and enlightenment. As thirty five came into view the compliment of looking 27 held no meaning, my looks were no more the issue it was what I had accomplished with my life that started to matter. Now that 36 is a few days away and I have acknowledged that I will always look younger than my age, due to genetics, my worries have found another place to reside in.

In reading my previous post “Freak out” I had mentioned wanting to write a list of things I wish to do if I started to incorporate a negative thought in my mind to push me forward into a more positive life.

“If I had a terminal illness, and had only four years to live, how would I be leading my life today?”

–        I would continue my study in NLP and take the Master practitioner course

–        I would start to practice the Reiki I had been certified to do and help others through the healing energy I have in my hands as I would continue my studies and do the masters practitioner course.

–        I would open another branch of my “Art Café” ( that me and my partners have opened together to provide art lesson to children and adults hoping to give them a new way to release all their pent up issues.

–        I would own a small town house somewhere in Europe surrounded by nature and waterfalls to go every few months to paint a few new canvases of self expression. To have my bare feet on the grass that is in my little front yard and spend hours on end releasing my thoughts on a canvas through my paint brush

–        I would finish writing my book of “Happily Ever After” in the full details of what really happened that I was unable to write on my blog, in hopes of helping abused women around the world.

–        I would live in the country where I have all the people I love around me to bask in the warmth of their love.

–        I would travel with a friend or two around the world only to exotic places where I will learn something new with every encounter I come across.

–        I would make every day count and not a single day go by in spending useless time in sadness.

As I looked at my list I felt I can breathe again, for the first time I felt that I have a purpose in this life, a way to help others a way to make a slight difference in people’s lives. There was so much that I had to offer and I was blocked from moving forward after MJ (blog: Happily Ever After) and Tracy’s (Blog: Shocking Truth) painful experience in my life. I am free at last to see how I can move forward.

I am glad to inform you that the first wish has started to come into fruition, I signed up for the NLP Master Practitioner course and I already feel that there might be a hidden benefit towards a better life after writing my list.

How does your list look like? What would you do If you had a terminal illness, and had only four years to live, how would you be leading your life today?”


Mini Wish

I loved snow white as a young child and the most thing I loved about her was her ability to understand the animals. I used to watch how the birds used to fly over and place themselves on her fingers as she sang and whistled to them happily. From the very first time I watched snow white I had wished so hard that i possessed the same charisma that snow white possessed with the animals; wanting them to rush to me the same way they rushed to her. I wanted more than anything to have a random bird willingly to fly towards me and stand on my finger. There were lots of fairytale things that I wanted in my life after watching Disney cartoons. As I grew older these cartoons still remained a huge part of what I found beautiful in this world. On my illusionary world on “planet X” (read post: Personal stories-The beauty within my planet x), there were lots of Disney like fantasies that would come into fruition once I gave my heart and mind the time to sit alone and contemplate matters of my life.

I sat silently around a round glass table with my elbows placed on the cold glass surface as my head rested in the slight curve of my uplifted hands. I was listening attentively to one of my best friends who came into town a few days ago after deciding to spend her spring break vacation with me in Montreal. I had just turned 21 and life had an unexpected way of passing by without any worries or concerns of any magnitude. The leaves were blossoming on the trees and up above the sky was crisp blue that possessed one long white line across it, giving it the depth that it needed to show it’s brightness in full view. People from all walks of life flaunted their summer outfits on the pebble paved sidewalks, enjoying the fresh beginnings of summer to come. A merge of English, French, Arabic, Indian and Spanish words flocked themselves towards the surrounding air, filtering their spoken words into a jumble of mumbles making them unidentifiable by anyone who tried to make out their contents.

We spoke about the meaning of life with all the innocence we posessed back in those days. With complete disregard to the fact that we had experienced nothing of life yet, only assuming that we had already experienced it to its fullest, we spoke of the burdens of our lives. We laughed at one another’s horror stories, and listened carefully to one another’s childlike philosophies on miracles and the existance of God. Mandy, that was the name of my friend, was trying to figure out what to do after she graduated. As we jumped from one topic to the next we found ourselves elaborating in depth about the miracle of “letting go” and just letting life lead its way. We were talking about the beauty of wishes and how once a wish is made, it is sent out to the universe to finds it’s way into our reality in whichever time the wish was meant to happen.

As we carried out that conversation, getting a feeling of ease and serenity about our lives, I remove my head from between my hands and start to express vividly the grandness of God with all His might and abilities. As I stretch my hands up above my head to indicate the magnitude of all the wonders of life, a small little brown bird flaps it’s body towards me and places it’s tiny feet on my raised finger. I leisurely look up at my elevated hand as I bring it down ever so slowly to stare at what just landed on my finger. A smile over takes my face as the shocking truth over powers my shaking hands; my hearts deepest wish at the mere age of a six became my reality at the age of twenty one.

Mini coincidences

Peacefully asleep I wake up to a nibbling sound infiltrated with a low murmur of a purr. It’s so warm under the covers and I am in no way ready to wake up and face the world. I notice the alarm has not gone off  giving me the internal joy that I have ample time to fall asleep again. I keep my eyes shut as I fall back into the wonderful dream that possessed my nightly hours. Again a nibble, a soft constant purring and a whisper of a snap sound pull me out of my comfortably warm and delightful sleep. I pry open one eye as I lay on my side to find my cat sitting on the duvet that is surrounding my curled up body about to start playing around with the beads that have rolled themselves around my bed. I ripe open my other eye and jolt up in bed, my voice still unable to yelp with the appropriate surprised tone it desperately needed to voice. My bracelet that was given to me for my upcoming birthday was haphazardly dispensed all over my bed, and the beautiful pendant with the word “Allah” written in beautiful Arabic letters was faced down on the narrow space between the duvet and my pillow.

The alarm clock rang and regretfully I got out of bed, no more time to sit and dwell over my beautifully, handmade bracelet. As I got up to go to the bathroom a quick picture of an old pendant, carrying the same “Allah” writing, flashed across my memory. It was also a gift I had gotten, something that I held so dear to my heart for years. It was a necklace that was given to me by one of my oldest of friends wanting us to have the same pendant to remind us both of our special bond and our special bond with God. I wore that necklace for no less than three years, until I lost it seven years ago, never able to find it again. As the memory of it came to me, I realized how much I missed it and missed it’s meaning. By the time I went out to make my cup of coffee the entire memory of it disappeared.

Three days later I find out that my father is coming into town for a few hours. I make plans to meet him at my sister’s home for a few hours before he leaves. The evening was pleasant and we laughed and joked around about life and it’s downfalls. We spoke about work, his grand kids, our travel plans and everything that was related to personal family matters. When it came time for my dad to start heading to the airport he discovered that he forgot where he placed his ticket. He went up to his travel hand bag to check for it. As I sat on the adjacent sofa overlooking my niece and nephew play together and hearing dad scrambling through his bag, I hear him say “Who is this for?” in a musical tone very unlike a man who is in desperate search of his plane ticket. I look up to see him dangling from his hand my long lost necklace that i thought i lost  seven years ago.

The Spirit Coin – Chapter 1

This story is based on a true story i was told, but there is also a lot of fiction i had to add to it, the truth is hidden away from those who can be harmed by the story.

In a small village, thrown far away from the world, far from what we know civilization to be, a little girl by the name of Tamany skips towards her friends little wooden house. With a broad smile pressed upon her face justifying her dimples clarity and depth, Tamany takes a deep breath as she slows down her pace towards the cobbled path leading to the heavy oak door. The sun was setting gently behind the upcoming house as the soft breeze played with Tamany’s long black hair that reached her waist line defining it for all to see.  She knocks on the door three times, tap…tap…tap…she waits as she flicks her hair off her face in anticipation of her well deserved patience.

Nothing, no one is answering her knock so she decides to  tap a little harder, again three times….Tap…Tap…Tap….still nothing, no one is there. She takes a step closer towards the door as she slowly leans in allowing her ears to touch the rough wooden door in hopes of hearing someone on the other end. As she holds her hair back giving more room for her ear to lean closer to the door for better listening purposes, a sudden click, a swoosh and Dewina is standing there staring at her whispering softly “come in now” as she looked around her to make sure no one heard. Dewina leads Tamany by the arm as they tip toe their way into the darkness of the house trying to reach the familiar door that opens into Dewina’s bedroom.

The door opens and Tamany takes in a deep breath, a little yelp was about to accompany her wide eyes as her hands rush up to her lips and silences her astonishment. Candles are flickering everywhere, shadows are playing on the walls of the small yet well organized space. A small wooden table is placed in the center of the room as three cushions are thrown on the floor indicating the sitting arrangement around the table. There is a piece of paper placed neatly on the table, with a small glass cup turned upside down on top of it. Tamany looks to her right and nearly jumps out of the room as she sees someone moving towards them. Dawina notices the soon to be catastrophe and immediately whispers to Tamany “Relax, please control yourself… is only Emiline” she grabs her arm tightly and stares at her straight in the eyes “my parents will KILL me if they know what we are up to… PLEASE control yourself Tamany”

Emiline takes a few steps closer and is in full view for Tamany allowing her to see Emiline’s warm smile accentuated with the glimmering excitement in her eyes that are flickering with the dance of surrounding candle flames. They immediately hold hands, smile to one another and look around the room awaiting Dewina’s next instructions.

In the softest of voices Dewina says “ok, we are ready to start. Go sit on any one of the cushions you feel comfortable to sit on and let’s begin, we don’t have much time left” she gestures to them with her hand towards the table and starts to also walk with them. Tamany and Emiline sit side by side as they both face Dewina, who chose to sit on the single cushion provided on one side of the table.

As it turns out, the piece of paper that was placed on the table was more of a cardboard paper with the whole alphabet scrolled along the top part, naturally facing Dewina. In the center of the paper were two words “yes” and “no” with a space between them enough to fit a small glass cup that was over turned shielding an old looking coin. There were two candles placed on both ends of the table that produced a variety of shadows to linger on to the cardboard giving the whole coin in glass effect a more intense sensation.

Dawina stretches out both her arms indicating to the girls to hold her hands as they must also hold each other’s hands to make a circle. Dawina closes her eyes and both girls imitate her as she starts to hum to herself. She tightens her grip on their hands to insinuate that they must also do the same humming sounds.

“Spirit of the Coin…..are you there?” calls out Dawina in a deep coarse voice. “Spirit of the coin…..please come to us we are ready for you.” She opens her eyes to find Tamany and Emiline staring at her still humming in fear of what will come next. She releases their hands and tells them to place their finger tips on the over turned glass cup.

“Spirit of the coin…..are you here?” Dawina repeats, this time waiting for a sure indication of the spirits presence. A slow movement takes over the cup, Tamany’s eyes widen she looks at both girls to also find their eyes in deep contemplation of what just happened.

“Spirit of the coin…..are you here? If you are then tell us using the board we have made for you” says Dewina with more determination.

The glass cup moves towards the right and places itself nicely on the word “Yes”. They all stare at one another, a glimmer of shock yet interest takes over their faces. Dewina smiles to herself and decides to ask her first question., in doing so she moves the glass cup back to it’s original station, in between the “yes” and “no” words.

“ Will I ever leave this God forsaken village and see the world?” she asks with a gust of hope in her voice. The Glass cup starts to move towards the “yes” then towards the “no” then again towards the “yes” and as it moves towards the “no” it stops right in the middle, right between the space between the words. Tamany lifts her head up to look straight into Dewina’s eyes as Dewina stares blankly at Tamany and looks straight back down at that glass cup frantic with confusion.

She asks again, but she asks it differently “Spirit of the coin, I didn’t not understand your answer, can you please clarify it for me? Will I ever leave this village and live in a city?” the glass cup starts to move again this time straight to the word “yes” and just stays there. A smile over takes Dewina and she looks up at the girls with new hope in her eyes as she smiles she says “ok your turn Tamany…ask your question.”

Tamany takes a deep breath, closes her eyes and whispers gently “Spirit of the coin…..who will I marry?” she opens her eyes at the same time as the glass starts to move towards the letters, it stops at “A” then it moves towards “R” then “K” and “O” finally it stops at “N”. Tamany stares at the name as she tries to make sense of it, it cant be, the words fly out of her mouth “yuk, is this a sick joke from you guys. Arkon? That disgusting guy in our class?” she is about to remove her fingers from on top of the glass cup when Dewina hisses at her to keep her hands there and not move a muscle.

“No one is joking around here, why would we do such a sick joke on you? He is the most disgusting thing we had all ever seen in our lives” Dewina argues with her. Emiline just looks at both of them as she says “That is just disgusting, I too would never wish that upon you, but the spirit coin said so…therefore your husband will be Arkon.” Emiline then smiles widely at the mishap of her best friend’s horrible future and her excitement starts to grow as she is more than ready to ask her question. Tamany in full devastation of her horrible future forces a confirmation from the spirit coin “Are you sure that the man I will marry is Arkon?” the glass cup moves it’s way down towards the “yes” word and moves back towards the gap that is placed between the “yes” and the “no”. It knows that it is time for Emiline to ask her question.

Emiline takes a deep breath as she says with full force making sure that every letter is pronounced clearly so there is no confusion “ Spirit of the coin…..will I be beautiful to all men when I grow up?” they both stare at her, they cant believe this is what she wants to ask? There are more important questions to ask, but before Dewina can protest the question the glass cup moves directly to the word “yes” and it hangs there, knowing that another question is about to take hold of the moment. Emiline’s smile takes over her dark face and places a twinkle in her eyes then she immediately asks “ How beautiful will I be to all these men?” the glass cup moves up towards the letters as it starts to find the right word to offer Emiline and starts off with the letter “D” then “E” it moves gently across to “L” and moves back to “I” then further back to “G” and then to “H” as it ends with the letter “T”. Surely enough at that very moment Emiline was more than delighted to know that she will be a Delight to men with her beauty.

Dewina has nothing to say to Emiline so she ignores what just happened and turns back to ask her next question. In a gust of unknown wind all the candles are blown off and the glass cup flies off the table eliminating the coin from underneath it. The girls jump up as they scream at the top of their lungs,shoving the table out of the way as they scramble around the room trying to find a way out. The door slams open and to all of their dismay and especially Dewina’s dismay two very angry people are standing at the door staring around the room and then finishing off with a harsh glare at Dewina.

“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU GIRLS ARE DOING?” Dewina’s mom yells at the top of her lungs

“ Who told you to do the Spirit Coin? How dare you allow the Spirit coin to enter my home without my permission” she moves towards Dewina, grabs her by the hair as she pulls her head back to take a deeper look into her eyes.

She whispers coldly in her ear for all to hear “You… are ….never ….allowed ….to…. leave this house again and your friends are…. never …..allowed….. to… come….. here…. AGAIN” she looks up at Tamany and Emiline and tells them to leave immediately to their homes, their mothers will be notified of their doings and their punishment will be with them not her.

To be continued…….Chapter 2