Tears for the Second Time

I was coming out of the bar
When I saw her.
She was wearing a back cocktail dress.
Her hair flowing to the middle of her back.
Darker that dark chocolate.
Her skin was the caramel
On top of my sundae.
Delicious.
I had to do it.

I filled in behind her
Following her footsteps.
She didn’t notice I was with her.
Perfect.

A few blocks pass and we
Are standing in front
Of her brownstone.
She searches for her keys
And I search for a spot to get in.
I went around back and tried a window.
It opened so easily.
She was a genius.

I slip in and looked around.
Nice and tidy.
I walk around the room
Listening to the soft thuds
My shoes make on the wooden floor
With every step.

The rhythmic thuds were interrupted
By the water coming from the shower.
I follow the noise.

A bathroom door is slightly ajar.
I touch the knob
And open it a little more.
The room s filled with steam.

I stick my head in.
The water is drowning out her humming.
The shower curtain
Is almost see through.
The shadow of her body is visible.
So curvy.

I come back to the hallway
And look for her room.
It wasn’t hard.
Her light was on.

I approach the room.
Inside there was soft music
Playing in the background.
Jazz.
I hate jazz.
I turned off the radio
When I found it.

A meow sounds
And I turn around.
An orange cat lays on the bed.
He hops off and
Runs out the room.
Probably to the bathroom.
Warn its owner I am here.

The water stops
And I can hear her bare feet
Smack against the floor.
I go to the closet.
I close the door only a little
So I can still see her.

When she arrives
The orange cat is right behind her.
He looks at the closet
And starts meowing like crazy.
She just bends down and pets him.
It doesn’t clam him down.

She takes her towel off
And I watch her every move
As she gets ready for bed.
She is very gorgeous.

Wishing
As she rubs lotion on her body
That it was me
Craving to touch
Her smooth skin.

I couldn’t watch any longer.
I had to talk to her.
I open the closet door.
She looks up with a jerk of her head.
She grabs for her towel
And wraps it around her.

She gets a good look at my face.
I can almost see the tears
Clouding her eyes.
Tears I have brought.
Again.

“Dave” she whispers
“What are you doing here?”
I can here the pain.
Pain that I have stirred.
I feel a sharpness
In my chest.
My heart is beating fast.

I take a step towards her.
She does nothing to protest.
I take another step.
She sits on her bed,
Looking at the floor.

As I get closer,
Her fragrance gets stronger.
Lavender.
I smile.
She always loved lavender.

I am a foot away from her.
She looks up at me.
One blink,
And the tears will all fall.
She stands,
Confusion all over her face.

A tear escapes
Trickling down her perfect face.
I wipe it away.
Allowing my hand
To linger on her cheek.
She brings one of her ands to mine.
A small smile
Is painted on her face,

She wraps her arms around me.
Squeezing me tight.
I embrace her as well.
Never wanting to let go.

“Don’t let me go” she begs.
I have once.
I won’t do it again.

“I love you Sarah”
Slips out my mouth.
She looks up at me.
Her face wet from tears.
“I love you too.’
She responds.

We stand there
Holding each other.

Once again,
I am happy.

Do you find this fascinating to think about, what I have written below.

There seems to be two different models on how to get people to behave…

1 – The fear model
In this we use fear to make people behave, to show them what evil brings if they misbehave, to show them not so much ‘how to have respect’ but to ‘realize that they auk to have respect, by using fear as a teaching aid’.
We say that people must have ‘humility’ in the presence of authoritative figures, so that they respect and honour their authority. We say that those with this authority, are special in that they are capable of knowing best in what is right or wrong.
We then conclude that in punishment, we are distracted from thinking thoughts which encourage evil and so in it’s place is the ability to be good.

2 – The pride model
Because of the fact that people are so insensitive to how other people feel (lack of compassion); trying to command, asked and request that they treat people with respect is simply not possible.
In order to get them to even want to consider what you are telling them to do, they have to have enough sensitivity in the first place for which we can get them interested in what we are saying!
So if we can conclude that asking people to be sensitive does not work alone, it means that we need to use a tool to reach this extreme distant and faint level of sensitivity. That too is pride.
It is like a crow-bar, for which I want to open a door with.
Using pride, one can make people feel ‘proud’ of being pleasent to other people and working together; like with how the teams of NASA worked together so hard to land a man on the surface of the moon. Doing this forms friendships and strong relationships, which in turn after a long enough time will result in people becoming concerned about the way each other feels (as friends do).
This when it continues and continues, it inspires thier sensitivity to the way other people feel (compassion). If this continues and continues, we then end up with a situation in which we have no wars and no fighting any more (world peace).
But when I say ‘pride’ I have to be very clear; that this means pride in terms of how we feel good about our self when we do well, and NOT how good we feel about what other people think of us.
I cannot stress that enough.

Look at the two models which are working in totally the opposite way to one another. They are both angling to go somewhere; one is by driving forwards, and the other is by driving backwards.
I find it is very interesting to observe this.

The fear model is a religious model, and the pride model is a scientific model.
I am not budging on this, this is the science that I have found to work.

If you are to ever reach the stage in which there are no wars, no starvation, no pain or suffering; no hatred and no arguements; you will need to use pride ‘as a tool’ and pride all the time.

If NASA can get several hundred people to the moon, 6 billion people can achieve this end to wars and death.
What NASA done was hard; but what the whole world has to do by ending all the wars and death is many, many times harder than reaching the moon. And if you can contribute and manage to aid a challenge as hard as that; by god, you should have pride the size of the universe!!!
All the punishment in the world, will not stop abuse; after all it is the punishments that can be a form of abuse; and when you punish people they punish you back; and hey presto, we have a war!

What do you think to this scientific model.

CREED
Someone ust told me that with pride you cannot admit your wrong; I have stressed profoundly that when I say pride, that you feel good about your self and not what other people think.
Therefore, you would take pride in being able to admit your wrong; rather than finding admiting your wrong damages your pride.
I am a god of the Arctic, my people would work for me, though they would be taught to live with pride.

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short video describing a small solar power system that i set up at my house. it consists of twelve 1 amp solar panels (15 watts each for a total of 180 watts of power – per hour). i use it to run all lights (CFL’s), fans, tv’s, and stereos in the house. also the microwave, coffee maker, blender, can opener, sandwich grill, toaster, vacuum, computer and anything else i can think of. run time for lights/fans only is approx 8 hours. add in vacuuming, microwaving or toaster along with lights, tv and the fans and the run time is reduced to 4-5 hours a day. i bought solar panels, inverter (1000 watt) and killowatt meter at Harbor Freight tools, the batteries (deep cycle) from walmart and the battery cables from checker auto. total cost was about 00 to 00

taken from :

http://www.islamcan.com/islamic-stories/the-smart-thing-to-do.shtml

Here is another story about Sultan Mahmud of Afghanistan and his servant, Ayyaz. Sultan Mahmud would respect Ayyaz for his wisdom even though he was a servant. This made the ministers and other people of high positions very jealous of Ayyaz. They talked wrong against him and started a rumour that Ayyaz was nothing but a fool. The king came to know of this and he decided to prove to them who were the real fools. An announcement was made to all the people that the King will distribute his belongings on a particular date. Whatever a person touch will become his on that day. When the day came, many people appeared by the king’s palace. The king made his announcement again that a person can have whatever he touches. The door was opened and everyone ran to touch whatever was of value in the palace. Some touched jewelery of gold while others touched fancy furnitures, etc. But Ayyaz was just standing by the king and was not touching anything. People thought that Ayyaz was crazy as he wasn’t taking advantage of this great event. Now, Ayyaz asked the king if the announcement he made was certain. The king said "Yes, whatever you touch is yours." Immediately, Ayyaz placed his right hand on the king’s head and the left hand on his shoulder. He then shouted, "Listen everyone. I was waiting for this moment to aquire the most expensive thing. All of you took whatever the king possessed, but you forgot about the owner of all these, which is the king himself. I hereby declare that my hands are on the king, so the king is mine. You cannot remove one thing from this palace because I am the owner of all these now." After hearing this from Ayyaz, everyone realized that actually, Ayyaz is the only smart one and everyone else was in error.

Today people are only running after the creations but, very few are running towards the Creator Himself. If Allah, the King of all kings, becomes our Friend then what else do we need?
@ The Brain: LOL no take a TU this isnt written by me, so i respect who wrote it and copy it, beside im such boring case in writting stories, i think they have a good style.
nways thanks for ur advise
@ Doll: assalamo alaykom sis
thanks a lot, u are so nice and kind ma sha’aa LLAH. Eid Mubarak

@ The brain: she is a lady and u should apologize to her, if u are against islam that doesnt mean u are against women, just be nice and kind to others plz. be a gentleman, Thanks. Good day.