How far we run, how far we gasp, the lust and the desire will be squandered. Trying to reach them in our dreams, these practical idols are nothing but impossible. These deities come popping up from their holes and emit charges of glittering love and happiness through their bodies and eyes. And as an old ABG as myself, these picturesque beings are giant obstacles in life. They give me agony that no other beings have ever given, they give me the hunger that no food can fulfill, and they give me envy that no king can give.
The power of these angels are so powerful it is very true that the Arabs have a word for their power, a word they call "waswas". This word is a word that symbolizes the power of something so terrible, but it blinds you of the badness and comes on to you like heavenly bells. Your body starts to doubt which choice is the right choice, and when your mind comes to play, whispers will come in to your head making everything your body say, sound innocent as the innocence of a newborn baby. By then your mind will be blank, your heart will be full of this love and you can not be stopped.
Once your senses come back and realize their powers, there are then options that you may take. The first, you will surrender your soul to it, and see no other, even the one that you are supposed to surrender it to. And the other one, which is more unlikely to be chosen, is never again get yourself in a situation of the waswas, -which I have said, is a very hard choice to do. For the waswas’ power is very strong, dear reader….. you will never be able to conquer it, alone…..