Roses in a cactus

Roses in a cactus chapter one

April 15th , it was raining that day . cold wind from the north , striking the window of his small and dark chamber , as the shadow of the candle kept him a little warm and bit entertained .

Drawing with his little fingers and slender palms , animal shapes out of the shadows . most of them represents his powers . he dreamed of the mighty lion of the safari in south Africa , his home .
John, dreamed about being a writer , the diaries of a lonely kid he names his book .
Never got to share it with anyone. It was emotional kind of writings , he was afraid of judgments and accusations of weakness ,as his writings were too sentimental and as a male he was trying to hide those intimate feeling from everybody else like any man would do.
It was describing his goals and desperations. what kept him alive this long was his passion towards writing stuff about himself , purely fictional because he knew that his day dreams
Will never come true , as he prays to god every night …
“ please god , almighty god ! I ask you and only ask you this , dear lord , I want a change dear lord , I want a switch between my actual life and my fantasies when I’m loved by everyone and never in pain”
He said these words with a tear on his left cheek , hoping for the best inshallah.
Little john was tutored in the kotteb when chicks teaches little children quoran and how to behave properly to have the manners of a religious straight man in the future.
He know , they told him , and it was sculpted in his mind with feathers, that every time a true believer sheds a tear , only one tear . god responses .
For true loyal hearts , the devoted hearts to god .
He was sure that his daily prayers will eventually come true and even better of what he wished for.
John was well mentored religiously. One of the most precious words he’s been told by the chick “ god always responses , if not in time . then time has no value to god and time doesn’t exist in the after life. Patience is what we have and patience is what he wants us to learn , my child . god loves you and only want you to be good and love him back, because god has his godly ways to show love, we humans can’t understand , pray my child and never lose faith in him . faith fades away so it needs revival , and god will response no doubt.”
These words made him optimistic and high on life and strong in spite of what he had to deal with growing up in his volatile life .
John tuned 23 this fall , he is now stronger than ever also still in his way towards being a well-respected writer. Furthermore, still in doubt of what he wants to become in the future , being selective between jobs that make good profits or passion and love for writing that haunts him since childhood. Isn’t an easy quest for people to read your content either you go pro or it’s useless.
Who would give you wings to fly while everything has pointed out that you are being a looser like the rest , people were never supportive .
Growing up , in a poor house was never easy , getting a scholarship was very stressful as everything depends on it . how people looked at him with pity but not willing to help or support only some understood the agony , the diary of a lonely kid , turns to the diary of an even lonely man .
Maybe high school was a good place to make friends and memories but in time people forget about you and move on and you ll be on your own , that’s what he wrote and thought of and indeed , at a sunny day after getting to college he met someone .
Isabella maria consepcion , an abroad student who came for an exchange program, people like Isabella were too hard to find in south-africa , she was welcoming and open to new friendships , he did’nt know many girls and like a vistor from mars to vinece he was travelling from out of space , an adventurer who is going to discover wonderful things about these lovely creatures , females with incredible morals and great speaking potentials and manners , it’s not like he never met somebody with those extremely required qualities .
But , from where he grew up with his weak position and monetary unstable situation , girls over the years has turned their back on him , for the only one reason who tortured him for decades self-esteem , and according to these creatures , self-esteem can never be found without money .
So he walked thinking , crossing miles everyday trying to figure a way to make himself better financially , but deep down he is not convinced that money can change him and upgrade his state to a better version , he is fully aware of the importance of wealth and how that can make him solve many problems , but he ll be fulfilling people’s need not his .
Walking down courteny high intersection , he stood and looked up to the sky , wondering and questioning facts about life and why god wants it to be this way , all of imperfections and conflicts , everytime he looks up he raises question marks and then lower down his chin and sight with no answers , except for his mouth uttering unwillingly “la ilaha illa allah” saying al chahada of islam , that always finds a way to comfort his troubled soul to find inner peace again.
Getting money wasn’t the only thing that worried him that day , he did wanted someone near , some true friend and he didn’t ask for a lot .
Love and affairs were in a different path than his, he was irritated from the things that were never and never will be facts , those things are demonstrated of connecting power with money and only douchbags gets money and do terrible things to people.
He did not want to posess this evil powers ,afraid to turn like them and lose his identity , to fall blindly in the trap of satin .
Isabella from planet vinece , was kind to him , opining up spontaneously great fruitful conversations , joyful and glad they made him. She was the one who starts the talk imposing her figure and talk to every setting in the university .she was always on sight for quite a while which made him feel warm and comfortable around her .
As a future thinker he wants to be , he was doing much of analysis to people s minds and characters which made him equip this super skill of cohabitation of what’s going on with the energy field of the person who interacts with him. John had no reasonable explanation of that power of whatsoever but Isabella had the same correspondence of energy which made him open up to her in return and endless talk …until a day in the library where nothing to talk about , absolute silence has come along to establish a mood of peace , the two of them had a moment of what is suppose to be an awekrad silence but it wasn’t , it was something different that changed everything’s Isabella was doing