Mind’s Gravity: Pandemic Has No Smell: Short Stories

By Hadi Umayra

The darkness said,
I am the dark void in which the galaxies of things revolve like a revolutionary hurricane, which is not known its beginning or its end, leaving behind a pile of rubble.
The light has no space within my world because my world is dark and everything revolving in it is illusion.
Frustration is one way which I follow to thwart and dispel the idea. My world is blackened by a flood of orientalist ideas that in some cases do not know how to get out of the walls of the surrounding.
These ideas are helpless because they take a lot of time, thinking and in most cases, they are not recorded in order to be kept and disappear like a mirage that is difficult for the individual to catch. Sometimes these ideas are brilliant and unique.
What I hope is that I have a way to negotiate with the lightness to take these enlightened ideas out of the wall of darkness. Such ideas always overlap with each other and cause me insomnia.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jul 1, 2021
• ISBN: 9781664173217

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Rev. date: 05/21/2021

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CONTENTS

Dedication

Preface

(Un)Be Known

Overlapped Ideas

Free-will & Forced-will

Slave’s Master

Life’s Wall

Day Versus Night

Pandemic Has No Smell

Moon in A Sea

Echo of the Soul

An Identity-less Immigrant

Memory

Point in Time

The Magic of Nature

Why do we draw maps and North towards the top?

Man Born Twice

Life Station

The attraction of the mind... Dialogue with oneself

Anonymous

Who am I?

Who will I be... And what am I going to be?

DEDICATION

I DEDICATE THE FRUIT OF this book to all of those who have crossed the bridge of thought toward manifestation in the achievement of their g oals.

To those who inject their ideas into the vast ripple of reality, illuminating the way for the rest of humanity.

To the one who fills the mind with a stream of thoughts, and crystallized ideas in the hollow of the imagination.

To the man who was created to think and use the ideas to produce what is needed.

PREFACE

H ARMONIOUSLY EXPRESSIVE FRAMED WORDS are the only words that can separate the light from darkness, the day from night, painting a virtual image of the unknown reality to ignore what goes on. The darkness is inside the mind, and ignorance never reveals the unknown causes that make humans vulnerable to losing precious ideas that begin with a dream and end with awake ning.

A black aura strangely controls what is inside of the mind. If we are to ever come into the reality of the unknown and illuminate the darkness, we must enlighten the mind’s aura by opening the third eye. We have to purify the crystal of its vision. Pure thinking is the nature of the divine, where there is light. The secret behind the power of this control is what is known as modern-day gravity. Human beings are not usually responsible for their decisions. There is an external force that exists. This force imposes a will that forces the mind to accept a fabricated version of the reality of the situation.

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(UN)BE KNOWN

I DEAS TAKE ME AWAY from the world of truth as they sail from one place to another in the liquidity of mind. When will they ask for permission? The reality is, I know that too many ideas can reveal a world other than what is yours, and what is real. Details come into question… am I a part of it, or not? These questions come to my mind… will I answer them? Why don’t we harness the way of thinking and make the idea spin in a specific direction? Why aren’t we pushing the idea into the impossible? Why does thinking always take us into a fantasy world, and is imagination imposs ible?

Cry… Laugh… As we desire without restrictions, without limits, without hesitation, we interact with situations as if we are a part of them and become attached, not wanting to move forward, but always remain with what is familiar. If we consider the situations that we interact with as a piece of experience that is adjacent to ourselves, would we be experiencing truth or illusion?

Good conversation and wise choices are the results of giving our brain a rest after suffering the time spent thinking about or developing ideas; selecting the right words to express the core of any subject. Ideas always end up falling into the hands of the reader as they fulfill their role to evaluate whether they like the words for themselves, or if they just like the idea. In both cases, readers are unable to grasp the real thoughts that exist inside the mind of writers or thinkers, because writers and thinkers write words only to heal themselves of constant thinking, relieving their mind of these pictures or ideas. If they do not put them in the form of words, the writers or thinkers will continue to suffer continuous pain.

By chance, I entered a dark world. I started looking for a light but I didn’t know how to find it so I looked closely to catch a glimmer of hope in light... I asked myself if I would see the light... Or is it just a fantasy?

Fantasy... This word comes back to touch my ears and enter me into the world of the unknown, and here I am again entering the world of another word, The unknown.

I’m going to go through the word Unknown, and do some research so that we can find meaning in where this word comes from? Why is it called the unknown? And what is the unknown?

Definition of the unknown: one that is not known or not well-known especially: something is little known (as to the public). Something that requires discovery, identification, or clarification.

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