As the stairs of the church began to spot my footsteps, I precisely couldn't figure what my mind was going through. The words of the bible flashed as I entered the house of worship with perplexity and sheer distraction. It pretended like the bible was echoing to me.

The Book of Revelation in the Bible remarks of how sins ultimately oblige a deadlock. The world that was contrived for sharing love is now sharing blood. Life is ruining its intent. I hoped the judgment day would thrust into this world, making revelation relevant and meaningful. As I walked through the steps that lead to the church, contrary thoughts troubled me.

“Why is the world so wicked?” I thought.

The air that blew over my face resolved my intention to learn what was happening. The revelation of the bible began to speak retorting to my thoughts deep within. The verses impinged on me so badly, that it revamped into a voice.

“Fear not, I am the first and the last and the living one”

Was it my delusion that was unintentionally consoling my being? Why should these verses be written then? I began to question the existence of god. The worldly episodes have stabbed my soul with an immense test of faith. Every distinct wrongdoing as written by god saw its occurrence in this world of immoralities. Peshawar kids, adultery, rape, infanticide, terrorism, modernization and what not. Emotions have been wiped out in this forbidden civilization.

Once again sturdy puff of air hindered.

“Go and pour out on the earth the seven bowls of the wrath of God”

My legs lost its solidity as the count of the steps increased. Why should the militants target kids? Where is love for each other? Plentiful issues of the nation haunted my soul to question morality.

I knew that the book of revelation would speak for me. But when would it articulate for the world. There was a gentle wind.

“Surely I am coming soon” answered the wind’s voice. Was it the god himself?  As I heard those words giddiness preoccupied my hub of the body and my eyes locked in unity.
All of a sudden droplets of water were spurted over my face.

 “Why are you here?” asked some stern voice. It was the chief priest of the church.

“Could you please pardon me?

“Have you lost your love for this world?” he asked.

“Because the world is losing its love.”

“Is that why you’re here?”

“The world is demanding, busy and bloody. I have no one to breathe for. I need to repent for my citizens”

“Have you ever fallen in love?”

“I love humanity and that’s why I am here. I never had any sought of love in my lifetime. I had no time in fact”

“Where is humanity nowadays? The word has no connotation with the world.”

“I read the Book of Revelation few days back.”

“So terrified about the end, aren't you?”

“Sought of, but that’s not why I am here. I am looking for fresh air.”

“Come let’s go. I have the responsibility of adhering to what you do.”

“Have you fallen in love?” I asked the priest.

“With God,” he replied in a husky tone.

My shoulders settled against his body and he was carrying me into the church. There were none within the silent domain of worship. Probably he was the only person who has existed in that church. I lost my relation with the world as I threw my phone into the stream and surrendered my Internet links. I realized that there is much more life than all that. I began to explore for what I have lost all these days.

This church gave me exactly that, serenity and silence. I never knew that a church subsisted in this place. An abrupt silence occupied the air around. I leaned over him as dehydration restricted my movements. Half closed eyes were a result of sleep deprivation. Though blur, the sight of what I saw gave a fright.

“Could you see what I could?” I asked him.

“What are you talking about? The chairs? Jesus?” he laughed meekly.

“It’s not that funny.”

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Seven angels; all of them wrapped around with white shawls were plainly dancing with a trumpet in their hands. The poise was blissful. I knew that the priest couldn't see, so I remained shut. My half-closed eyes couldn't capture the unusual jiffy. The trumpet made no sound, but the moves were packed with elegance and symphony. The wind blew again.

“Go and pour out on the earth the seven bowls of the wrath of God.”

Where are the bowls? The voices that I kept hearing were the verses from the revelation. Did it mean something eternal?

“There is nothing to suffer about. Light a candle. Trust your love for the God. Be optimistic,” he said.

He lighted a candle for me and left. Something in me refrained from asking where he was heading to. He walked through those angels. It was apparent that they were not visible to him. He locked the door from within and vanished into the impossible.

Prayers withheld my next few minutes. I was seeking pardon for what I had done, what the world is doing and for what the world would do. A gust of light wind filled the place again.

“That they may rest from their labors, for their deeds follow them.”

A loud sound followed the voice of instinct. It was the trumpet of the first angel. I opened my eyes to see that the candle still fluttered strong amidst the wind. The judgment day had finally turned up. I never knew that a trumpet could spawn so much resonance. As the angel blew the trumpet, the others danced in harmony. The next blew her trumpet. The sound was increasing as the angels one by one began to play them. All the trumpets now sounded in unison. The heavy wind was difficult to hold. God finally decides to come down, I thought. The sound plunged me into a state of unconsciousness. Death approached me with a reason.

“I am the alpha and the omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end.”

The storm of wind gradually withdrew as my senses started to disconnect with this world. The words of the Bible stopped occupying my thoughts.

The transition period between life and death is eventually something that has heaps of love, not because it involves god himself but there people who still want your life to restart, good or bad whoever you are. But wait, I wasn't dead.

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The zest of the soul, a few minutes later instigated my body to move. I stood up with eventual mystification and with a question of my own identity. Who was I? Why am I standing in this barren piece of land?

When you literally don’t know what you’re onto, the best thing you could do is to hunt for something to gobble. My belly muscles cramped, which finally made it realize that it needed something to keep shut. Dejected, I began my chase for life.

The sight of something unusual baffled me. I moved towards the scene, the lips and tongue were drying. The distance didn't scare me; too much of dehydration pulled me down to the ground. I tried to crawl to that place.

“Why the heck am I getting to manage this all alone?” I shouted in anger.

The heat that the terrain was producing was flaming my skin. When I expected the least, the unexpected happened.

“You don’t have to.”

A beautiful voice crowned that place. The blur picture was due to too much of dryness. The physique of the person had a very dissimilar structure compared to mine. She had her curves. She was built to perfection.

“Who are you?”

“Doesn’t seem like you need the assistance?” she said.

“I do. But are we unaccompanied?”

“I was glad that I saw you.”

“Can you take me to that place” I said. I showed her the water. She held me. Her touch was much burning than that of the heat.

She carried me to the place of waters that I had been trying to get to. The taste of the colourless liquid felt heavenly. So was her company.

“This tastes good. At least it has helped me to get over the heat.”

“Do we need to live all alone? I was doomed that I was alone, now that I have you. But what’s the ultimate purpose of us being together. I guess there is something that wants us to be together. Still, why are we here?

I never heard a single word of what she said. The curves of the body and the gloomy talks attracted more of her than her chatters.

“Are you listening?” she stared.

“You belong to me,” I said.

I presumed that the entire place was for us. There was no one around like us. A slow breeze intercepted my thoughts. I heard a voice.

“Behold I am making all things new. Write this down, for these are trustworthy and true. I am coming soon.”

Though I didn’t remember anything from the past, I knew one thing. The “something” that she mentioned existed.

“Love you,” I said.

“What does that mean?”

“I just got it from nowhere. Maybe it means that I belong to you,” I said.

“You do.”

She hugged me. There was no breeze. Only love.