Drew
Khaleel Jooste
Drew
By Khaleel Jooste
Copyright Khaleel Jooste 2014
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I seek protection from satan the outcast and I begin in the name of
Allah, The Gracious, The Merciful.
Ayat Al-Kursi
Allah - there is no deity except Him, the Ever-Living, the Sustainer of [all] existence. Neither drowsiness overtakes Him nor sleep. To Him belongs whatever is in the heavens and whatever is on the earth. Who is it that can intercede with Him except by His permission? He knows what is [presently] before them and what will be after them, and they encompass not a thing of His knowledge except for what He wills. His Kursi extends over the heavens and the earth, and their preservation tires Him not. And He is the Most High, the Most Great. (Surah Al- Baqarah 2:255)
As Allah Wills
For You
I love you
NAZI #PerfectSoldier
#Celebrity #Distract #Influence #Corrupt
DISILLUSIONMENT
#BrokenHeart
#Rehab
And remember: when We commanded the angels, "Bow yourselves before Adam," all bowed down except Iblis. He replied, "Should I bow before the one whom you have created of clay?" Then he added, "Just consider this: Was he worthy of this that you have exalted him over me? If you give me respite up to the Day of Resurrection, I will uproot the whole of his progeny; there shall be only a few of them who will be able to save themselves from me." Allah replied, "Well, get away. Hell is your ample reward and the reward of those who follow you. You may try to allure with your invitation whomsoever you can. Rally against them your horsemen and your footmen: set a partner with them in their wealth and children and entice them with your false promises And Satan’s promises are nothing but deception. Indeed you will have no power over my servants." And your Lord suffices for you as a guardian.
Surah Al Isra (The Night Journey) 17:61-65
Drew
“They try to make me go to rehab and I said no no no” Amy Winehouse, Rehab.
“No.”
“Please.”
“Please.”
“Please.”
“Please.”
“Please.”
“Please.”
“Please.”
“Ugggggggggggggggggh”
Blue.
Purple.
Grey.
Crack.
“Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwe.”
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“What’s up with, Drew? He fell off the wagon again?”
He hides behind the wall more.
Scans the corridor.
Drew hasn’t been gardening. You know that.
“Maybe it’s something else? He…”
You got to trust me when I tell you. Drew is clean.
“I don’t know.”
He straightens up and pretends to be reading a text message.
She passes him.
Blonde.
Crazy she whispers and walks faster.
Creep the last word he hears.
He shakes his head and puts the phone back to his ear.
“You still there?”
Yeah… you can’t talk?
“It’s… yes. Can we meet?”
He clenches his right fist and mutters please say yes, please say yes softly to himself.
I… sorry… but…
“Please. Pretty please with a cherry and a little umbrella on top. Virgin, I swear.”
He closes his eyes.
It’s not safe. Even this conversation isn’t private. You are aware of that, right?
“You said that, but…”
But you don’t believe me. Don’t get why you want to meet me if you can’t even believe the easy stuff… what about the absolutely ludicrous…
“I’ll try. Please. I am only… overwhelmed. It’s hard to think people could do these terrible things to other people… That’s all.”
He scans the corridor.
No one.
He listens.
That’s your mistake. You think it’s people.
“Aliens?”
Slight smile comes to his face, but it is soon replaced by the anguished look.
That’s what they want you to believe.
“They… the government?”
You’re not listening to me, are you? Again with the people.
“Meet me. Meet me, please. You can explain it to me better.”
I don’t know, Pete. It’s not worth it. You should be there to help Drew. He’s gonna need your help.
“Please. Meet me.”
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“So let me get this straight…”
He shakes his head and sits down.
“What you are saying is that when they start to… age… they have to… No. I’m sure I misunderstood you.”
He looks at her.
Shakes his head in disbelieve.
“You heard me fine. That’s the way it goes.”
“But how? What about the families? Someone?”
She rolls her eyes.
Sighs.
“They are a part of it. Either forcibly or they’re enjoying the benefits that come with having a superstar child.”
“Live rich and lavish while your own child is being tortured? That… no. Not Americans. Not any one.”
She shakes her head too.
Takes a sip of water and starts.
“That’s what I say. That leaves only… that they are forced or themselves… you know… under control.”
They stare at each other for a while.
“But how do they get to be under control in the first place?” He sits back in his seat and absorbs her vacant expression.
“That’s what I must still find out. That’s why I’m meeting… you don’t know him… but… after, I’m sure I’ll understand.”
She gets up.
Takes her glass and empties the contents in one of the flower pots on the table.
She puts the glass to her mouth and nibbles the rim with her lips.
“Want to hear something… more disturbing than that?”
She stops her nibbling and looks at him.
She doesn’t blink.
No emotion.
“What can be more disturbing? Isn’t that terrible enough?”
He removes his spectacles and rubs his eyes.
“We haven’t begun with the terrible yet. We’re only dealing with the disturbing.”
She puts the glass down and starts pacing around.
“Are you going to tell me?”
“You sure you want to know?”
“It’s why I am here.”
“Well… it might be that they have no awareness or ability to not go under. I think that whenever they want to do something to them they simply take them, shut them down, nip and tuck, and whatever else… and then turn them back on again. What’s sad is that that’s only wishful thinking. The sad reality is probably that they cut and… you know… while they are completely… aware… no anaesthetic… nothing… Let them endure the pain… suffer… till… I suppose they pass out… shatter… something like that. ”
“Wow. That’s inhumane. Absolutely no…”
“Mercy?”
“Yes. That’s what I was going to say.”
They sit in silence for a while.
“It sounds to me that it’s better to rather hide the fact that you have a talent, because if you do, they grab you and torture you, make you into this perfect person… or bombastic… or unusual… perhaps strange or weird… and the rest of the world only sees this shining star… admires and follows them… idolize them… while they… the stars… celebrities… themselves ha
ve no choice but to do it… perhaps don’t even know that they are being controlled. Tortured and hurt to remain under control.”
He looks at the pictures on the table.
“You have the basic idea.”
“So all these children trying to get famous… launching … exposing… themselves… on Youtube, etc. are in ways… detrimental… to themselves.”
“Yes.”
“Unbelievable.”
“More unbelievable is that a tortured soul was probably introduced in that way. Placed on Youtube… made to sing and appear to struggle to get to the top and does it, they make it happen, and then they’re famous. Though under control, probably since birth.”
“And everyone is inspired by that and tries to do the same.”
He puts his spectacles back on and breathes in deep.
“It’s a lot to take in.”
“Yeah. It is. Most of the population will never get noticed, but just because that one kid… made it… they will tire themselves out to do the same. Live lives void of happiness or content, because why can he and not I? Tiringly chasing a dream that will never be.”
“Cruel really.”
“You said it.”
“What about Drew?”
She sighs.
“You sure you’re ready for this?”
“Haven’t I heard the worst already?”
She shakes her head.
“We’re nowhere near that. Brace yourself.”
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“Please. Meet me.”
I told you. It’s not going to happen.
“Why not?”
He stares at the little boy standing by the window sill.
He listens.
“You a crazy fool.
Crazy crazy crazy.”
A girl comes over and starts.
“I’m not…”
The boy runs away.
The girl chases after him.
He shakes his head.
You still don’t believe. That’s why.
“Believe. I believe something is going on.”
A woman walks past the window.
“Loser! Loser! Loser!”
She shouts.
“Pathetic loser.”
“Honey” a man screams.
She looks at him quick and then crosses the road.
He focuses on the conversation.
That’s not enough. To believe
