12-07-2015, 06:16 PM
The question from the man sat inside Aadibah. His hand hovered in front of her, her eyes aimed toward but not at it.
Was it a death?
A small, quiet hiss that eventually formed into a low chuckle emanated from her lips. Her chest gave shallow convulsions as this evolved into a giggle, then a laugh. Soon enough Aadibah had built herself up into a sharp cackle that echoed throughout the blankness, arms wrapping around her chest, head doubling over and legs kicking out in a flurry. Through all of this her eyes kept on the man, wide, wild, piercing.
Her mouth hung agape as she bellowed forth in laughter. Laughing at the man's question, laughing at the man himself, laughing at herself. Laughing at the situation, laughing at death.
Laughing at Allah.
"Was. It. A. Death?" she managed to squeak the words out between snorts and gasps of air. "Was it... Was it a death?"
It was at this point that Aadibah's back shot up, ram-rod straight, jutting her head forward at the only other person that currently occupied the empty. "Death! Death is final! Death is the end! Death is rest! Death is returning to the dust from whence we came!" For a moment she paused to let out another fit of screaming giggles and flailing her legs.
"This isn't final! This isn't the end! This isn't rest! This isn't returning to dust, though I may be dust back in the world of the living!" Aadibah's position had changed from sitting to stooping low on all fours.
"No, this isn't death, Shaytan! This is hell! And you know it, and you're here so I cannot forget!" With rickety motions, she struggled to stand, grunting and breathing hard as she forced her body to move.
"So go ahead! Melt my skin! Crush my bones! Have locusts lay their eggs inside my womb, and fly forth from my groin! I do not fear it, because I cannot feel anything now! I cannot even feel myself!"
After the small rant, Aadibah stood there, balancing on her own legs, staring into the eyes of the man. Her breathing was heavy, her eyes still crazed, herself still not entirely present.
Was it a death?
A small, quiet hiss that eventually formed into a low chuckle emanated from her lips. Her chest gave shallow convulsions as this evolved into a giggle, then a laugh. Soon enough Aadibah had built herself up into a sharp cackle that echoed throughout the blankness, arms wrapping around her chest, head doubling over and legs kicking out in a flurry. Through all of this her eyes kept on the man, wide, wild, piercing.
Her mouth hung agape as she bellowed forth in laughter. Laughing at the man's question, laughing at the man himself, laughing at herself. Laughing at the situation, laughing at death.
Laughing at Allah.
"Was. It. A. Death?" she managed to squeak the words out between snorts and gasps of air. "Was it... Was it a death?"
It was at this point that Aadibah's back shot up, ram-rod straight, jutting her head forward at the only other person that currently occupied the empty. "Death! Death is final! Death is the end! Death is rest! Death is returning to the dust from whence we came!" For a moment she paused to let out another fit of screaming giggles and flailing her legs.
"This isn't final! This isn't the end! This isn't rest! This isn't returning to dust, though I may be dust back in the world of the living!" Aadibah's position had changed from sitting to stooping low on all fours.
"No, this isn't death, Shaytan! This is hell! And you know it, and you're here so I cannot forget!" With rickety motions, she struggled to stand, grunting and breathing hard as she forced her body to move.
"So go ahead! Melt my skin! Crush my bones! Have locusts lay their eggs inside my womb, and fly forth from my groin! I do not fear it, because I cannot feel anything now! I cannot even feel myself!"
After the small rant, Aadibah stood there, balancing on her own legs, staring into the eyes of the man. Her breathing was heavy, her eyes still crazed, herself still not entirely present.
Such terror you are facing
Isn't it wonderful?
Isn't it wonderful?