#the hereafter

[zallano]

Hereafter AU short ficlet

.𖥔 ݁ ˖⏱︎.˖ ᯓ★

Sometimes Mumbo has visions.

He doesn’t think much about them. They're just the sort of things that came around every so often.

He tells himself they’re not real. That they’re just his imagination.

But sometimes they feel so real. Like actual, genuine glimpses of… something. Déjà vu, perhaps? He isn’t sure, and he isn’t particularly eager to dwell on it.

His days are quiet, predictable, and almost peaceful. His life overall is dull, monotonous, and borders on meaningless.

Every day he goes through the motions of life. He wakes, he eats, he walks.

All he ever does is walk. He isn’t even sure if he has a destination, but there's not much else to do out here.

Sometimes his memories feel.. wrong. A bit distorted. As if someone or something scrambled them up and scattered them around. What’s left are gaps, but at least his imagination fills those gaps.

He likes to think it’s his imagination.

Why else would he dream up such fantastical ideas? Colors and materials he’s never seen before, animals he never knew existed, elaborate contraptions that would be impossible to create. People he could only imagine.

They can’t be anything but his imagination because he's never seen another person in his world before.

At least, he doesn’t think so. His memory is a bit unreliable. It’s hard for him to differentiate between what’s real and not.

At least he can look ahead of him and trust that what he sees with his eyes is real.

He likes to think what he sees is real.

He has no reason to doubt it.

[hellsmouthcove]

DEVOTION.

watercolour & ink on paper

[splatteronmywalls]

[mustafalaf]

If God had not decreed departure for them, He would have tormented them [even more severely] in this world. In the Hereafter they will have the torment of the Fire because they set themselves against God and His Messenger: God is stern in punishment towards anyone who sets himself against Him.

Quran, Chapter 59, verses 3 and 4

[fa-sabrun-jamiil]

“Do not think that death is death. Nay! It is life.”

- Imam Al-Ghazali (rahimahullah)

(A verse from his last poem)

[symmetricalscar]

The Hereafter - Glass Ghost

[serpent-energy]

SpokenWord ForWhatItsWorth

Visit my consciousness

it is buried

it is vast.

With windows intersecting, and medicine fast, multiplying Holograms

I fly through them

fast.

Where language is non-existent

Non-apparent and a complete non-factor

I open my arms to the benefactor and people dying in time never realizing that this is part of the cycle of life

A progression of Particles towards uniqueness back in forth with benevolence and Reconciliation dancing around trees Conjuring dark magic spells

We are lost and looking for connection Extremists scream heresies to the Priests and the Kings.

Egyptians fall once. The American Idol sings.

Like a Bird absent minded, overcome with blissful unawareness; hovering into portals while asleep, with fluttering wings i fly-

Through and between curious dreams and inhumane things that sometimes seemingly just can not be.

The decision of Duality.

The way our alarms ring.

Open thyne eyes to a different dimension;

A different reality,

A different thing entirely

Just buy the ticket!

It's one hell of a ride

For you'll only remember it once.

Unless that is,

You can manipulate time.