In the depths of nothingness, a cataclysmic explosion ignited the spark of creation, and the universe was born. The Creator, with infinite wisdom and power, brought forth galaxies, stars, planets, and the delicate dance of life and death.
Death, a mysterious and often feared entity, is, in truth, a transformative force, a new beginning, a doorway to the unknown. For those chosen to walk the earthly path, humans, jinn, and perhaps other enigmatic races crafted by the divine hands of Almighty Allah, our stories are woven into the fabric of existence.
We are but mere threads in this grand tapestry, aware only of our own narratives, often shrouding ourselves in ignorance, unwilling to confront the truth. Yet, death stands as the ultimate testament to the authenticity of our existence, a poignant reminder of our mortality, a truth both cruel and kind.
Hope, that eternal flame, flickers within us, a beacon guiding us through the darkness. For in the depths of life, hope resides a promise of redemption, a whisper of eternity. And when death's shadow looms, hope remains, a testament to the boundless mercy of Almighty Allah, who created life and death, and bestowed upon us the promise of resurrection, a guarantee that mankind shall rise again, never to perish.
In this grand canvas of existence, life and death are the strokes of an eternal artist, painting a celestial masterpiece with the divine brush of the Creator. And we, the chosen ones, are but humble colors, blending and forming our part in the vast mural of creation. Hope is our ever-present hue, and Almighty Allah, the Master Artist, guides His hand to reveal the ultimate truth in this intricate tapestry
Opening
In the distant future, Earth had transcended to an era of unprecedented advancement, where intergalactic travel and colonization of new planets were commonplace. Humanity had spread its reach across the cosmos but at a steep cost. The once-blue skies and lush green forests had given way to a bleak, carbon-blackened world. Despite efforts to control environmental pollution, the scars of neglect still lingered, a constant reminder of the planet's fragile state. Amidst this dystopian landscape, a few pockets of greenery remained, a testament to nature's resilience. One such oasis was the island where Kaidrix and his father, Valtor, made their home.
Nestled in a remote corner of the planet, their island was a haven of sorts, with a relatively sparse population and a thicker cover of greenery compared to the rest of Earth. The town of Downtown, situated at the foot of a hill, was their closest neighbor. It was here that Kaidrix grew up, surrounded by the hum of technology and the whispers of a forgotten past. Orphaned at a young age, Kaidrix and his father felt the weight of loneliness, their bond strengthened by the absence of loved ones. Kaidrix's fascination with mechanical engineering led him to study the intricacies of machines and innovation.
He delved into the world of chemistry, though his knowledge remained rudimentary. His life was a quiet, solitary existence, punctuated by the occasional visit to the bustling metropolis that orbited Earth, a marvel of human ingenuity.
The ultimate dream of humanity is to live forever, free from hardships, regrets, and sorrow. I too long for this dream - to be a ruler of a planet or a planetary system. But life is harsh. Reality is cruel. We're humans, but inside, we're often demons and cowards. The strong prey on the weak, exploiting them for gain. When faced with greater power, they become cowards and sycophants. I was born into poverty, but my childhood was ordinary. I grew up and got a job, but I'm still unmarried - not even a girlfriend in sight. My whole life has been solitary, but honestly, it doesn't bother me much
Suddenly, a powerful voice pierced the air, vibrating in my head. It felt like someone had struck me with a hammer.
Kaidrix!!, you're a fool! Nearly 30 and still single. Will you wait until you're an old man, with white hair and wrinkles, to take a bride? all you are doing here is Dosing off.
Back off, old man! I'm still 27, not 30. I know I need to settle down, but I'm not in a hurry. I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.
You may not be old, but I am. I'm not young like you, and I don't know when my time will come. I want to see my grandchildren before I die. Your mother's gone, and if I pass away too, who will take care of you and this house? I worry about our lineage dying out. You're my only son, and you don't realize the importance of our noble bloodline. We may not have been kings or rulers, but we've always been respected and feared by all.
Alright, alright... I'll do it. But please, Father, don't speak of death again. It's hard enough losing mother, I can't bear the thought of losing you too. You're all that's left of my family
A brutal punch slammed into Kaidrix's skull, the impact exploding like a thunderclap as he was violently knocked to the earth. The ground rushed up to meet him, and he felt the weight of the blow pin him down, his senses reeling.
Enough of that nonsense! I'm not going anywhere just yet. Get up, Kaidrix, and bring me some food. I'm hungry!
Father, please... stop treating me like this. I've never seen you so cruel and harsh. What's changed you? You've always been so loving and caring. This isn't like you at all.
Another fist came crashing down, striking Kaidrix with a loud thud and sending him tumbling to the ground once more. The force of the blow was relentless, pinning him down with a weight that seemed impossible to escape
Enough! Stop questioning me, boy. I just want to see you settled with a family of your own. There will be time for explanations later. You're still too young to understand.
Old man, you're not thinking clearly today! I've asked you these questions my whole life, and you've never given me a straight answer. How are you still so strong at your age? Who are we, really? Why are we living in poverty despite our supposedly noble bloodline? You've always avoided these questions, but I demand answers now!
Soon, son, soon. But not yet. I want you to experience a normal life, free from the burdens of our family's secrets. The world is a cruel place, especially for people like us. We're not like normal humans, Kaidrix. We're... different. And that's a heavy weight to carry.
I've heard that my whole life, father. But I'm tired of vague warnings and cryptic messages. I want to know the truth. What are we? What makes us so different from everyone else? You say we're not normal humans, but what does that even mean? I deserve to know the truth about my own identity.
Another fist flew through the air, connecting with a loud crack that sent Kaidrix crashing to the ground. The old man's eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, his face twisted in a mixture of anger and desperation.
Enough questions, for now, boy! Look around you, take in where we live. And when you venture out, pay attention to what sets us apart. You'll see the differences, and feel the weight of our circumstances. That's all I'll say for now.
Old man, you're wrong! There's no difference here. This is just the same old, rundown house on the hill, abandoned by humanity. And the city below is thriving, full of life and energy. It's not rotten, it's vibrant!
The old man's fist slammed into Kaidrix's skull like a hammer, sending shockwaves through the ground. The earth trembled, a tiny chasm opening up beneath him as if the very foundations of reality were beginning to unravel. But the world held its breath, poised on the brink of chaos, as Kaidrix struggled to rise once more.
You're the only one who can withstand my blows, Kaidrix. My punches can crack the earth, yet you rise again. That's not human. Even among our kind, few can survive my casual strikes. You're different, my son. You're stronger. And that's what sets us apart. Don't pretend we're like everyone else. We're not. I've given you a glimpse of the truth. Now, open your eyes and see the world for what it really is.
With that, Kaidrix was summarily dismissed from the old man's presence, his mind reeling as he stumbled backward into the darkness beyond the doorway. His teeth gritted in frustration, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and confusion, he was left speechless, the old man's enigmatic words hanging in the air like a challenge. The door creaked shut behind him, a stark punctuation mark ending the confrontation, leaving Kaidrix to grapple with the shadows of his destiny
Kaidrix's cry of anguish shattered the silence, his voice booming like a crack of thunder as he bellowed, 'Old man, I love you, but that doesn't mean you should treat your son like a sandbag!' The words hung in the air like a challenge, his raw emotion and hurt pride swirling around him like a tempest, as he stood before the shut door, his very soul rebelling against the injustices within.
Kaidrix, despite being in his late 30s, possessed a youthful appearance, with a lean yet athletic build reminiscent of a 17-year-old. His physique was chiseled, with muscles in all the right places, accentuating his otherworldly features. His complexion was a radiant, slightly brown skin tone, fair enough to make his striking facial features even more prominent. His pointy nose, black-brown hair, and brown eye pupils seemed almost ethereal. Yet, despite his captivating appearance, Kaidrix remained aloof, his heart unswayed by the charms of women. His reserve was often misinterpreted as arrogance, making him an enigmatic figure, a 'lady killer' without intention. In truth, he simply awaited a profound connection, a true love that would stir his emotions and shatter his icy facade.
His father, eager to see his son settled, had attempted to arrange a multitude of matches, presenting Kaidrix with a parade of eligible women. Yet, Kaidrix remained stubbornly indifferent, his gaze never lingering on any of them, his heart unmoved by their charms. He would glance at them with a fleeting, disinterested gaze as if they were mere specters, invisible to his eyes. His father's efforts were met with a resounding silence, Kaidrix's lack of response a clear indication that his heart remained an unbreachable fortress, closed off to the idea of love and attachment.
Kaidrix spent the remainder of the day immersed in a grueling workout at the gym downtown, his muscles burning as he pushed himself to exhaustion. As he lifted weights and ran on the treadmill, his mind wandered back to the enigmatic words of his father, but he forced himself to focus on the physical pain, using it as a distraction from the emotional turmoil. After a satisfyingly intense session, he left the gym, feeling invigorated and slightly more at peace. As he walked back home, the evening sun cast a warm orange glow over the streets, and the smell of street food wafted through the air, enticing his senses. He stopped at a nearby vendor and bought a steaming plate of kebabs, savoring the flavors as he continued his stroll. Upon arriving home, he was greeted by the aroma of his father's cooking, a hearty stew simmering on the stove. They sat down to dinner together, the silence between them comfortable, if not exactly warm. Kaidrix's father asked him about his day, and he recounted his workout, leaving out the introspective moments. The conversation flowed easily, a gentle distraction from the underlying tensions between them.
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Next Day
As morning dawned, Kaidrix began his daily ritual, executing a series of swift and precise movements taught by his father, Valtor. With each strike, the air was sliced by the soft whoosh of his limbs, punctuated by the sharp swish of his clothing. The rhythmic cadence echoed through the stillness: woosh, swish, woosh, woosh, swish... The fluid motions were a testament to Kaidrix's dedication and Valtor's guidance, their bond evident in the synchronized harmony of their movements. As he trained, the world around him melted away, leaving only the focus of his craft and the wisdom of his father's teachings.
Kaidrix appeared to be a skilled fighter, honed by his father's teachings. Yet, he never engaged in combat with others, except for Valtor. His father's guidance emphasized restraint, instilling in Kaidrix a profound respect for the art of fighting. As a result, he never found himself in situations requiring physical confrontation. His life was a tranquil journey, untouched by danger or malevolence.
Unbeknownst to Kaidrix, his natural strength set him apart. His innocence and pure heart made him oblivious to the subtle impacts of his actions. Yet, some individuals attempted to intimidate him, unaware of the gentle giant's obliviousness to their taunts. Kaidrix's innocence and pure heart made him blind to their malicious intentions, and he often mistook their jabs for friendly banter.
Valtor, sensing his son's naivety, had taught him to observe his surroundings, to be aware of the world around him. But Kaidrix's emotional landscape was complex, shaped by the loss of his mother. Her passing had created unseen barriers in his mind and heart, making him more vulnerable to the subtleties of human interaction.
As a result, Kaidrix struggled to discern genuine connections from superficial ones. His friendships, though sincere, were often marked by a sense of detachment, as if he was observing the world through a veil of innocence. Valtor's guidance and wisdom were his only constants, a steady presence in a life filled with unseen challenges.
As Kaidrix wrapped up his morning exercise routine, he headed to work, succumbing to the familiar rhythm of his daily grind. The age-old adage echoed in his mind: 'Where there's sweetness, there are bound to be flies.' Just as the sweet aroma of blooming flowers attracts buzzing insects, Kaidrix's innate kindness and gentle nature drew people to him, some of whom had ulterior motives. With a quiet sense of resignation, he stepped into the fray, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, his heart still pure and unjaded.
Kaidrix's work life was a peculiar dance, with his boss, a stunning woman, holding the reins. Despite his exceptional engineering skills, she kept him tethered to her office, as if he were a prized possession. Her beauty was undeniable, but Kaidrix's heart remained immune, seeing her only as a kind and humorous person. Little did he know, his boss harbored secret feelings, her confession spilling out like a river, only to be met with Kaidrix's oblivious smile. His brown eyes, like smoldering embers, seemed to warn her of an inner fire that could consume her if she dared to get too close. Yet, she persisted, her advances falling on deaf ears as Kaidrix continued to misinterpret her intentions, leaving her to nurse a love that seemed forever out of reach.
" The ink has dried on the first chapter of my tale, and I'm eager to turn the page. Thank you for being part of this journey, your support and curiosity have fueled my heart. I've taken a moment to refine my words, to ensure the story unfolds with clarity and purpose. Now, I invite you to join me every Sunday, as we explore the depths of my world and the mysteries that lie within."
yours truly Kaidrix .