True Blood: I wanna do real bad things with you..

So there was this song from True Blood, and its called I wanna do bad things with you.

Those of you who do see the show would know about it. The man singing the song, has such a captivating voice. Hmmm... The kind that you would think Jason Statham would have.. or rather in my opinion, what I would LIKE Jason Statham's voice to sound like,.. in a dark room. Anyway..

Since I was very, VERY YOUNG, I was always fascinated with Vampire-lore... In Truth, I really do not know if Vampires exist, or if they are merely Djinn, masquerading as Vampires, to feed over imaginative minds.

Oh I do know that Djinns, - THEY exist, though. I have seen them. One in particular, lived in my then house, and almost always made his presence known... Almost since the time I moved in. My father had just passed on, and I was missing him so terribly. He wore a black coat most of the time, and sometimes a dark grey.

He was a lawyer, and he also had a lawyer's gown.

There was a special smell that hung on his coat, something like tobacco and air-conditioning, and it smelled so, SO GOOD. Soon after I moved into my first house, the one in Teck Whye,.. I started to get the same smell in my house. Like a constant reminder, the smell hung in my bedroom, my drawing room,.. even my kitchen. I realised the presence of this smell in my new home, where my father had never stepped foot in, one night, when I missed him so much, I sat in front of my computer and cried softly thinking of him and missing him, terribly.

The smell slowly manifested itself into something more, and yet something MORE. Few people know of this "individual" and his living in my home with me.

The ultimate incident was when I did NOT say my prayer one night when I opened my door. He was waiting for me. At my door-step.

He was well over 6 feet tall, and he looked like a man made out of black - moving smoke; a man with a plastic exo-skeletal frame.

The door closed by itself, it had one of those hinges at the top. They make the door close by themselves, you know.

I was scared, yes.. but more than scared, I was tired, determined, and somehow.. ANGRY.

I made a quick prayer to God : " Yaa Allah.. This is the ONLY house I have. It is 9 pm, and I am very VERY tired. I DONT plan on sleeping on the streets tonight. I am SORRY I didnt say salaams, and I am sorry I had forgotten you at that moment. But please, PLEASE make whatever that was standing there to go AWAY!" After WHICH, I made some more prayers and opened the door again.

The house was mine again.

ANYWAY... I moved away from the house, some eight years back and I now live much nearer to work. It is said that for every human being, Muslim, or non-Muslim, there are eight angels guarding and protecting them from all the djinns in the world. There are so many of these things that it was also said that humans would be like balls being kicked from one djinn to another, if not for the protection of the angels. Maasha Allah, walhamdulillah.

So possibly, the djinn that lived in my old house was trying to sway my mind and trick me by giving me the perception that my father was still somehow around me, when I knew he was gone forever.

Oh well...

The same man, my father, that is - he brought back many, MANY books for us to read, and I did read.. VORACIOUSLY and with so much passion. Sometimes, I would dream that I was a prisoner locked in a high, HIGH Tower, waiting to be rescued. At other times, I would pretend that I was a character in a movie show, whereby the villain and hero were both Count Dracula.

The truth is : I have an over-active imagination and an over-active penchant for romance at the drop of a hat. I loved to perform, and I enjoyed people laughing at the silly things I used to do. Sadly, my niece, is now turning out just like me when I was that age.

So...

This piece started out as a tribute to True Blood's I wanna do real bad things with you.

I guess stuff that I grew up with sometimes just sticks with me. I feel, I KNOW, there are things about us, that shouldnt really be there. Sometimes, they scare me, and at other times, they dont.

I thought I saw a man who called my name, and he was standing at the foot of my bed one time. But I cant be sure, because I was not really myself at that point in time.

I guess the djinns just like me enough to entertain me in their free time.. but I am lucky to say Alhamdulillah, Allah's angels, that He sent to protect me are always with me. Alhamdulillah.

R.