I and the 666

I am lying in my bed,

in the 7meters bedroom, the room that i spent 3/4 of my life in till now, i love this room, I find it as my shelter, but it isn't much helpful to me when i need to work, i painted the walls of this room three years ago by my self, I painted it white, i got a new rug to the floor, put a world map in front of my desk, hanged a spot light above the desk, i have those three very very beautiful paintings on the wall to my left, they are supposed to be painted by very famous artists but I don't know exactly who, on my right side there is the little fan and there are those three spiritual pieces hanged on different walls one of them is saying in the name of Allah the another one is the verse of the chair, they are supposed to add the religious feeling to the room. I am in bed it is 12 am, I am supposed to be asleep now but I can't, I am in lying in my bed like a foetus in his mother's womb, they say this position is a protective one, but nothing can protect me, what I did today is completely unforgivable and is a straight route to hell, but who am I to discuss the forgiveness of Allah it isn't my job nor my privilege to do so, but it is so obvious what I did. I am in bed with my eyes wide open, I don't know what to do, I am thinking and after being tired I remember a movie "O brother where art thou" where the black man sold his soul to the devil to let him play guitar well, i remember exactly how he described him, but it is just a movie, i remember another movie where a guy sold his sole to be unioned with the woman he loved, i remember he called the devil by the number 666 and lastly I remembered the movie the number 23 when sparrow concluded that the number 23 is obsessing everything in the universe and when he divided 2 by three he got the number 0.666; the devil. After this magical thoughts I smile a sad, frustrated dark smile and say to my self "D 'oh, as if i am selling my soul to the devil" and it was the entrance to my brain the entrance through which the idea entered my mind. There is a quote that says "A belief isn't an idea that the mind posses, it is an idea that posses the mind" and that is exactly what happened I became obsessed by that idea by my mind and body, may be it is the only way out of my crisis, it may not be a way out but it is a way after all to go through after what I did. It is 3 am now, I am still in bed shivering from the expectations of the idea I was thinking of. Without even remembering how it happened I found my cell phone in my hand, grasping it very tightly, I look at it and Starr at the key pad and the screen, I type the numbers 666 and say to my self "As if the devil would respond to me if I pressed the OK button" and I laugh in the moment when laughing is the last thing that could be every wished, and then I say "No, probably I will get this sweet voiced electronic lady saying that the number I have dialed is incorrect or something like that". That moment of humour eased my nerves a little and made me ready to sleep, I raise the mobile phone to put it on the desk and while doing so I notice a shadow at my door created by the week light of the screen of my cell phone, I was terrified that I jumped from my bed and found my back glued to the wall opposite to that door.

I couldn't see much detail about whatever was at the door, but it appeared like the body of a human being with lots of clothes covering his body, dressed the same way we saw Arabs dressed in ancient movies and series; there was nothing exceptional about the way he looked. But I was terrified and I wanted to say any part of Qur'an to kick that thing out, I want to say Allah but I can't, I want to proceed with the verse of the chair but I can't, he approaches me and slaps me with the back of his left hand on the left side of my face so hard that I fell down to the bed. He says very angrily: "Now, is it now you are trying to seek protection from your creator against me", I am as if paralyzed can't move or speak till he turned his back to me and moves to a corner, he bents his head forwards and says in a tone that the word sadness was created for: "I am expelled from the mercy of Allah for what I did, Allah warned you humans in everything, but some of you are just stupid and don't give enough attention" he turns to me again and now I realize that I am the one who called his so fear regresses a little, I sit on my bed and looks at him.

ME: "You don't look like the way I have expected you".

D: "Look like what?"

ME: "Like a man dressed in white suit and his feet soaked in the tar of hell, or a white man with a very big mean dog or like the way kids think of you a red colored daemon with two horns".

D Laughing: "I don't stick to a certain look, I choose any look but my real one, my real one would kill you on the spot and I need you alive, even the person who would see me after you would see my in a different look, i try to take a look that would make it easier to conversate with humans, YOU".

ME: "AHA, you take the look that would make you more convincing to people you are talking to as an evil".

D: "Yes".

ME: "But I don't hate Arabs".

D says with a mean look: "you think so".

I say nothing but thinking and he interrupts me

D: "So, you want to sell your soul".

ME: "I didn't know it is possible I thought it was just in the plot of movies and scary tales, but if it is possible then yes, I want to sell you my soul".

D: "AND what do you want in return?" I look at him as if I am seeing a bag of dirt in front of me

ME: "DO you think that if I wanted anything, anything, I will ask you, if i needed anything I would have asked the one that has everything, the one that can gives everything with nothing in returns, I am selling you my soul for free".

D: "OK, take this contract and read it before we do it".

ME: "I am not interested; I don't care what you are going to do with my soul or when or where, I really don't care".

He looks very astonished

ME: "What? I am selling you my soul cuz I don't deserve it, what I did give me no right to do anything with it any more, I have already been expelled, expelled just like you".

He looks very angrily, his face becomes congested with veins and his face becomes red like hell, he approaches to me and says: "Then, let it be."

He sticks his hand into my heart and says this strange words then I can hear him saying: "From now on, your soul is mine, every step you take would be mine, every word you say would be mine and every wish you have ever had would be mine, you would live your life controlled by me and when you die your soul will rest in hell with me, no blame but on you, it was your wish not mine and I just obeyed, shall this be written and shall time passes with no limits"

Once an infidel king and a priest was sitting side by side waiting for a boxing game, one of the boxers is entering the ring and making the cross sign to his chest; the king asks the priest what does it mean, the priest replies "it means nothing if he can't play the game".