Tales of the heart episode 4

Tales of the Heart.
Episode 4
Writer Akila Raza
Courtesy of : Mac productions

Critics
Batul Ladak
Zainab Ladak
Samiha Shabbir
Fatema Nathoo
Sukaina Dhanji
Mitul shah

Phase 4
I regret being a fool
But ain’t letting my guard down no more….. Since you claimed that you don’t live in fantasy….well here we are dragged in one Once again.

Cheribie ran as fast as she could until she reached home. She sat outside in the verandah to catch her breath…. Thank God that voice had disappeared… Because it had triggered some very ugly memories from the past.

Mac sat in silence as his sister drove, each one was lost in their own world and suddenly Mac was filled with intense remorse as he recalled the last fight that led to Sarah’s illness coming forth in full swing… He regretted all the days when he would just decide to leave her unaware about his whereabouts and she would spend nights crying all alone,he had never been unfaithful but he had an ego that led to the disaster he was now in. Sarah always forgave him even though he didn’t deserve it but karma was not so nice…. As said , you only realize the worth of what you had when it’s lost.

Sarah looked at the Angel of death closely, that attitude of mind your own business didn’t sit well with her, she was an over thinker and even after death it seemed the habit had followed her. ” Ummmh I can’t mind my own business big bro” she said aloud , the Angel of death turned around and looked at her, this time is expression was blank, he didn’t seem angry, he was just super blank, Sarah smiled at him gently. ” Are you for real?” He asked her and she did something that was unexpected probably would be epic in history, she hugged him… The heavens above shook, nature stood still, probably it was the first recording in history where a spirit tried to console the most feared Angel that ever lived.

Cheribie’s grandma stared at Mia and shook her head, her mind churned and eyes turned the darkest shade of green….. ” Catastrophy” her mind whispered…..she knew soon there was going to be a catastrophy.

Tales of the heart Episode 3

Tales of the Heart
Writer Akila Raza
Courtesy of : Mac productions

Critics
Batul Ladak
Zainab Ladak
Samiha Shabbir
Fatema Nathoo
Sukaina Dhanji

Phase 3
Love reigns forever
Even after the body perishes….
I loved you with my soul
That is immortal ….so I chose to return .

Cheribie sat by the roadside, her head was reeling hard .. that voice had freaked her out, she looked around and there was no body that she thought would have spoken to her in such a strange tone… She tried to relax and waited for that voice to speak again but there was absolute silence … Maybe she had hallucinated, but why suddenly ? Was she sick? Was she going to go bonkers ? So many questions reeled in her mind …she tried to breath in and out and finally her mind calmed down, she felt lighter and then she stood up, passerbys simply gave her a brief glance and walked away…. she decided to rush back home, as it is whatever she had gone out for was not worth the risk of passing out on the middle of the road.

” Sarah that wasn’t funny” the Angel of death looked at me sternly …
” Well I just wanted to see if she was worth the shake , and again as I told you, I am not going anywhere with you,until I fulfil my promise …so chuck off buddy” I replied , although I knew , The Angel of death was not someone to mess with but again, My Mac was in distress and I had to find the right woman to handle him before I left for my final abode..
” Sarah, you are leaving with me right away!” The Angel of death sounded angry but I wasn’t going to give up easily… I decided to take another chance. ” Big bro, have you ever been in love?” I asked this time keeping a low tone, He looked at me in shock, there u go I had his full attention….” Mind your own business” he replied in a cold tone…. If I wasn’t a spirit I would have died again…. But this was a test of my promise to Mac…. I wasn’t going to give up so soon….

How we met

Writer : Akila Raza

Mountains don’t meet
But people do….
That’s how I met you.

Strange how our first encounter
Came into existence
There was curiosity and resistance

Then it faded like it was never there
You didn’t bother and I didn’t care

But fate had plans…. destiny had selected
It was all a matter of time…

Although it took years before we met again….. We met to erase each other’s pain.

I wiped your tears, you healed my scars
I made you laugh ….you erased my fears

When I look back ..I remember that day
You mentioned how you felt a tug when I walked away

1653 SEASON 4…. PHASE 1

season 4 1653 Phase 1

Our love was not just about holding hands and looking in to each other’s eyes…..
It was about being above all that in which true connection lies….
Romeo and Juliet may have been a legendary pair
But unlike us….they wouldn’t dare
To cross the line between veils of life…. Newton and Flora together crossed every strife…with their head high and their love strong ….and that’s how 1653 came along…..

Everything between us was absolutely perfect, from the dawns to the dusks…. From the snuggles to the long silence that gave us endless bliss..Until one day Newton stir a storm, as usual we were under the tree where we first met , the same oak tree, apparently now that female wasp had gotten comfortable seeing us together so all she would do is fly on newtons head , do salsa on his hair lock , stare at me , roll her eyes then fly off. ” Flora will you marry me?” Newton asked, he looked straight into my eyes, my heart skipped a beat, I felt colour rise on my cheeks , I was going to shy away and say yes when reality struck like thunderstorm…. I was a ghost and even if I got married which was beyond possible, We would both perish .. I didn’t mind perishing but would it be fair on newton? …I had tried telling him several times before of my identity but every time I opened my mouth to talk, the moment was hijacked by a sweep of sweet romance and my mind would go numb as if I was in heaven…. A place I probably wouldn’t even see from a distance of a million kilometers if I didn’t tell newton the truth.

“What happened next ?” Sameer asked anxiously, pulling Flora into the realms of the current moment ….Nora groaned….” Bloody punk head !!!” She punched him hard. Flora sighed, “it’s almost sunrise…. ” She whispered staring outside … ” Let’s catch up later, My feelings are asleep”..before sameer could say anything, she disappeared… He looked at Nora
” five days is all we have and a sleeping beauty , and two ghosts , one treats me like a punching bag and the other behaves like a radio station that goes off air for no valid reason” he sighed, ” and one spirit who forgets he is part of the gang” Nora responded …..” Eh wait …. something tells me you were the ghost of that wasp ..” Sameer said then he laughed at his own joke…. Nora rolled her eyes and disappeared … Sameer decided to take a nap…he may be a spirit but he badly needed to sleep….there was no point in worrying….whatever was going to happen would happen anyways.

1653 season 3 episode 8

1653
Season 3 phase 8
Last Episode of season 3
Editor: Edu Ngamz Wangama
Critics:
Batul Ladak
Zainab Ladak
Fatema Nathoo
Samiha Shabbir
Sukaina Dewji Hussein
Mitul Shah
Sukaina Dhanji

” When His Gaze fell on my face, my inner beauty glowed…. I felt like the sky that had a million stars laid on it.”
Akila Raza

I watched Nora and Sameer chase each other and sighed , it took me back to that night when Newton and I collided ,out eyes met, hearts commuted , soul commuted and Destiny commuted as well…….

Newton stared at me , I stared back unafraid, our breathing seemed to have its own pace, for the longest time we remained silent, listening to the sound of crickets chirping, I could hear his heart beat, couldn’t read his mind yet but his eyes spoke volumes, that gaze was so deep so still as if he was carefully observing
me….I didn’t move …I wasn’t stuck although he was heavy but I felt comfortable… Ummh…. At that time I didn’t know nor did I want to know what was happening to me….I just wanted to enjoy the moment, feel his warmth ….” Awwwwwch!!!!” He suddenly screamed and jumped up, my heart skipped a beat and I sat up wondering what happened, he had his hand on his neck …” What happened, I asked?” He looked at me and brought his face very close, I felt color rising on my cheeks and shut my eyes ..then he whispered ” I think I was stung by a female wasp and it seems she was jealous of you”… He giggled, I opened my eyes and looked at him ” female wasp???” I asked …” Yes , apparently women no matter of what species, are always jealous of eachother…. Today is valentines day, even insects celebrate, looks like this wasp didn’t have a partner to love her and she saw us staring at eachother, so as usual ….she decided to spoil the fun” newton had a strange sense of humor… ” By the way, I am Newton what about you, where are you from? ” He asked me, ” my name is flora and i am from up there ” I replied, he smiled…. ” Where are you from ” I asked ” down there ” he whispered ….and smiled.. that’s when our souls held hands never to part again….. There… then was to begin the love story of Newton and his Ghost …. A start of new legend….little had I known that along the way, I would be put through tests that if put on mountains, the mountains would crush down to nothing.

” Wow… So it was love at first sight” Sameer whispered and Nora nodded but she was dazed….
Flora fell asleep, it was almost midnight….what remained were five days and a mystery….the broom.

Gut whispers

Gut whispers
Writer Akila Raza

I don’t know what to feel
After learning what I learnt…
There is fear , there is anxiety
But tears have dried…..

We can’t question Fate
We can’t project hate
But to heal from the blow
We gotta wait.

With time we accept
With time we heal
But memories remain
Sometimes they surface against our will…

Loneliness..longing….the need to be comforted is strong ….
The days seem short….the dark nights get long…

The empty rooms filled with silence
Give me goosebumps
My throat then chokes on food lumps….

Let go let go whispers the brain
But how do I ease my heart’s pain.
Go Numb …succumb …Go numb whispers my gut….Gut whispers
Writer Akila Raza

I don’t know what to feel
After learning what I learnt…
There is fear , there is anxiety
But tears have dried…..

We can’t question Fate
We can’t project hate
But to heal from the blow
We gotta wait.

With time we accept
With time we heal
But memories remain
Sometimes they surface against our will…

Loneliness..longing….the need to be comforted is strong ….
The days seem short….the dark nights get long…

The empty rooms filled with silence
Give me goosebumps
My throat then chokes on food lumps….

Let go let go whispers the brain
But how do I ease my heart’s pain.
Go Numb …succumb …Go numb whispers my gut….

1653. Season 2 phase 8 writer Akila Raza……. Editor: Edu wangamah

” Nothing hits harder than the memories that we run from just because we are in Denial….
Fear is an illusion that haunts us like real ghosts until we face it head on we remain in the grips of nightmares….

1653
Season 2 Phase 8
LAST EPISODE
Writer Akila Raza
Editor : Edward Wangamah

Author’s Note :
In the loving memory of my Papa
Abdul kassim Raza shariff…..

” Farewell dear father ….finally along with the tears I let go of what hurts….the pain loosing you ….the pain of telling you often that I loved you…. I shall miss you but Everytime when you now cross my mind…I will smile knowing that you are resting among the best…”.

Sameer looked at Amy in dismay as she lay unconscious before him… ” Flora , now what have you done, what if she dies? ” He asked.
” It’s not rocket science , if she dies she will be standing right beside us in no time!!” Flora replied…her voice was cold. ” Can we just pick her and move?” She looked at Sameer …He knew there was no point in arguing so he silently picked Amy and the trio floated away…..
From the corner of his eye , the drunkard watched a body floating in mid air…. He thanked his stars that he wasn’t sober so such incidents seemed like crazy dreams one saw when they mixed booze and pot in wrong quantity and worse when it became an overdose…. For those who are addicts…. Yeah they call it the unusual high on strong and wrong stuff…. As for the barking Dog, it probably didn’t find it unusual to see floating figures ….

Next Morning…..

Amy woke up .. unusually tired, her mind was foggy , she stretched and sat up…. suddenly memories of last night hit her like bullets from a machine gun…. Was what she had witnessed last night real??? No no must have been the pot she smoked…but how was her stomach still full? She had blacked out in the middle of the street ….who brought her home? ” We carried you home” a male voice replied …Amy’s pulse rate increased as she finally saw the trio Infront of her eyes….she let out the loudest scream of her life ….it made the windows rattle, Nora who was floating near a photo frame accidentally banged it down crashing the glass… Oooppps… She picked the frame and fixed the glass as she was going to put the frame back, Flora saw the picture and again her size blew up…. Amy let out another howl and cried …. ” Please get out of my house!!!” She screamed…. Flora looked at her then she looked at Sameer …. Suddenly there was silence…. ” Amy ….who is this man in the picture? ” Flora asked. Sameer got confused, one minute the howls and screams, next minute a wave of silence hits then question out of the blue….he wondered what God was thinking when He was creating women. ” Put that picture down Amy hissed , now she looked like a serpent ready to attack…Nora looked at the picture closely …then her eyes widened ….but for some reason she simply chose to remain mum… ” How are you related to this person in the picture? ” Flora phrased the Question… ” He is my father” Amy replied…. Flora and Nora looked at each other ….Nora gave Sameer the picture …. His eyes widened with shock ” this is Jacobs father!!” He gasped…he looked at Amy …she was simply statuefied…. ” Are Jacobs sister??” Sameer asked Amy.. he shook her and she gasped for Air….” How do you know Jacob ? ” Amy asked… There was a Moment of silence again ….the air was filled with strange vibes… ” We were best friends for the past 15 years until yesterday….” He replied sadly. .Amy simply stared at Sameer….” Until yesterday?” She asked…. But she felt nothing at all… After all she hadn’t seen him since he left 15 years ago …after their mothers death… ” Where is he now?” She asked casually…” On death bed “…Flora replied…” WHAAAT???” Now Amy felt goose bumps. ‘ what happened?”… She asked… Sameer sighed and explained Amy.. how penny and Dan destroyed 1653 , how Jacob flipped and how he lost his life and the meeting with karma…Amy listened silently …. Alot churned within her …. Slowly her tears surfaced and then she let go …she cried hard until she could cry no more…..
Memories came flooding back…
15 years ago…. Her dying mother, the stormy night …. Her fathers mutilated body at their door step, the sudden departure of Jacob …her growing in foster homes the number of times she had to escape sexual assault from her foster fathers and siblings , her sleeping on streets with stray dogs and eating left overs from dustbins…then the sudden ray of sunshine…Bryan … He was a good memory until last night when he ditched her…”compose your mind and let’s begin from the beginning” flora’s voice interrupted her mixed thoughts…Amy sighed, suddenly she didn’t fear the trio…” I am sorry I freaked” she whispered sheepishly…Flora came closer and smiled gently ..” it’s allowed honey..” She whispered…. Nora came closer ” story time???” She asked. Excited…Sameer simply shook his head …women ….in every realm they were always epic…..
They became a team and it was time each one was going to open their own Pandora box …. Who knew what was in the other ones box…..
With time it would become clear….

1653 SEASON 2 PHASE 7. WRITER AKILA RAZA . EDITOR: EDU WANGAMAH

1653 Season 2. Phase 7
Writer Akila Raza
Editor : Edu wangamah

” I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity” Edgar Allan Poe
Courtesy : Asif Nayab

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” When I looked at my reflection in the mirror….I wondered ….was this really me ?
Swinging between being myself and not being myself….. I saw past my imagination yet there was alot I was blind to…Indeed the wise had quoted well….what was the purpose of having sight when insight chose to remain blind…..

Writer Akila Raza
Inspired by : no coffee is scary

Them telling me.. we are ghosts and a spirit sent me into a fit of endless giggles, of course I was being defensive but I pretended to be the Rebel rowdy type… So me and suddenly it was not me… Playing along was the only option I had because my feet were stuck to the ground. maybe what I had eaten without realizing …. was something more than just ordinary food…. shit happens…like hell it just happened.
No job, no boy friend, half sober half high…. I , Amy the broken one now.. stood in the midst of three strangers who seemed to have no connection with the physical being of theirs… I was swinging between sanity and insanity …it was either the weed that I had consumed was contaminated or my third eye had opened out of the blue…..
” Why did you loose your job?” Sameers voice snapped me out of the chaotic blabbers of my mind….” Why did your boy friend ditch you? ” ..another question hit my gut… Hit question with a question to distract the route of reply….Amy turned to face the trio….. ” Why are you so concerned? Are you spies or thugs, what makes you think by calling your selves ghosts n spirit you gonna scare me???” I screeched… I was scared and I wanted to cry, my feet refused to tag along or else I would have fled…. Sameer came closer, hell my legs remained stuck… I flipped and I cried…” What do u want ?” I asked my heart was pumping with fear but my soul seemed to be in a different mode… Sameer looked at me Gently… ” Amy, we mean no harm, we are not thugs …we are not spies…we are as we defined …a spirit and ghosts, you can see us and we need your help…. he looked at her in the eyes and she felt like she was melting….but she still felt stubborn… ” I don’t believe you” she whispered….Flora lost her patience and grabbed Nora’s hand, she made a signal and the bench disappeared, then she and Nora suddenly grew taller …like the bean stalk ….this was too much for Amy …. Her mind was reeling and she felt crazy….she must sue the guy who sold her weed….she blacked out …
” Awww hell now what?” Sameer asked looking at Nora n flora in dismay… ” Carry her home, we will deal with her when she is sober” ….Flora replied.