Post by Candace on Jul 7, 2020 8:50:22 GMT -5
"These nightmares aren't giving up and keep coming back atleast twice a week. Tonight I woke up before my parents could kill me. I can still feel the presence of the dagger around my throat, digging deeper into me. Its sharp edges running around my smooth skin ready to pierce. I could hear my heavy breathing and the sweat from my forehead was enough to fill an entire bottle. It was only a nightmare, but it left me with the worst memories from the past. My own biological life-givers abandoned me and plot to kill me because they thought I am a witch and a bad omen for them.
Egypt - the land of mummies and so is my hometown. That country of my birth is no longer my home. How can a place of so much pain be good for the heart? Everything that was the backdrop of my life lies in my village. I don't know if I would ever be welcomed in there. Or maybe I am remembered there as a phantom girl of Pharaonic Village? Possibly modern day parents telling their children to sleep before the dark, otherwise Dalia (rreal name) will come and get them.
My name is Candace and this is my story."
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Egypt - the land of mummies and so is my hometown. That country of my birth is no longer my home. How can a place of so much pain be good for the heart? Everything that was the backdrop of my life lies in my village. I don't know if I would ever be welcomed in there. Or maybe I am remembered there as a phantom girl of Pharaonic Village? Possibly modern day parents telling their children to sleep before the dark, otherwise Dalia (rreal name) will come and get them.
My name is Candace and this is my story."
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~ The evening has sent the birds to their roosts and the crickets to sing in the swaying grasses. The soil is on its way to becoming a rich sable and the cloudless sky promising an unfettered view of the heavens. "The Magnificent" Candace sitting on the outside her living room under the light of an LED bulb enough to spark the spot on her chair. Candace has a book called 'The Divine Reality' in her hands by Hamza Tzortzis. A book well researched and the footnotes, content and bibliography prove that ~
Candace: Not many people are capable to sound so much reasonable with the eloquence in their speech. Elegant, coherent and even emotional. Elegant, coherent, and even emotional, this book is exactly what it purports to be - a repetition of analytic philosophers' arguments except with an Islamic flavor. We are deluded, deceived, and forgetful of God.
"O mankind, what has deceived you concerning your Lord, the Generous? Who created you, proportioned you, and balanced you? In whatever form He willed has He assembled you. No! But you deny the Recompense (Day of Judgement)."
The Quran, 82:6-9
Over us are appointed angels in charge who also our record keepers. Honorable recorders writing down our every single deed, our footsteps, the good and bad we commit in our daily lives and unknowingly leaving the traces of such deeds. All of that is being enumerated in an evident record.
~ Candace pauses reading the book and places the sewn ribbon bookmark to the page, before putting it a table, so she can easily return to it when reading again ~
Candace: Every day we work hard on becoming the most successful persons in this world with a wing that constantly pokes us 'What if I got failed at what I am doing?' Yet no one ever ponders or thinks about how to become an honest soul. One of the gravest self-dishonesty we all are dipped into. Self-honesty is the key to learning how to become a better human. All the mindfulness in the world won't help you unless you are willing to see your own flaws, so have the courage to see them. Because awaiting you at the other end of your journey is the best possible version of yourself, and that's someone this universe needs so much.
~ Her eyes drift to the cool glass of The Virgin Mary, a 'mocktail', in her hand and the new layer of nail polish that helps her to know that the day's work is over ~
Candace: Debuting at SFT wasn't such a bad idea for me. Atleast not as bad as those nightmares I have been dealing with. I proudly entered into Lethal Lottery thought I could meet some new faces in the company apart from all those I have already met. The lottery was so lethal that it turned out to be some lucky draws for both my opponent teams in the first and second round. Cassandra and Reno Destiny! A pair of jackals who betrayed my trust for no obvious reason. Well I can forgive Reno because I don't know a whole lot about him and besides Jay Impact and Lucas Balkan took a good care of him last week. But Cassandra? I didn't want her to become another #MeToo celebrity and open a case for misogyny. Thus I took care of her by myself having no regret for losing the matches. Teamwork makes the dream work, but a vision becomes a nightmare when the leader has a big dream and a bad team.
~ She takes a few sips from her mocktail while looking at her finger nails dedicated with the shades of pink polish ~
Candace: You see I don't let the panic accelerate in my body. People have been asking me whether I am upset about not qualifying for the Lethal Lottery's third round and no longer has an opportunity to fight for the Heavyweight title. I wanted them to slow down so I can breath because such anxiety disorders and fear of not getting a second chance is trick played by the devil. I lost my first round but guess what? I still somehow qualified for the second one. I lost the second round and guess what? I am in much better place because I now have been given an opportunity to fight for the ICW.. no wait.. SFT's Intercontinental Championship. Such a wonderful privilege I am grateful to be awarded. My fans and critics both should know that I don't things before I observe them foresightly. I would rather be a queen of a cheese game and delay my moves than rushing toward something and receive free packages of stress, anxiety and FAILURE! If I DID qualify for the third round then who would have guaranteed about the success rate of walking out there as a survivor except that I get a loyal partner? But look at the card right now; Candace versus Apokalypse for the IC championship.
~ The lady finishes her drink, putting the empty glass back on the table and leans on her back to take a deep breath and finding the hope in the stars that are sparkling in darkness ~
Candace: After I supposedly "lost" my United States title at ICW and losing two matches in a row on SFT, there's something moving right here in my chest. There's a hurricane in side me and moving me like my brain is demanding the energetic expenditure of an athlete that I have been holding for too long. Telling my limbs what to do and how to fight for something that truly belongs to me. A never give-up policy has successfully checked in and the wrath of that action has to be paid by a reaction. The law of cause and effect we all learn in physics. So I feel truly sorry for the reigning "never supposed to be" Intercontinental Champion of SFT, Apokalypse. You know my dear friend I have been through your resume and as a woman having a kind heart I do sympathize for your so little accomplishments that you have at SFT. In fact the belt you are carrying is handed over to you and you actually didn't do any hard work to EARN IT. What a miserable mark of achievement. Atleast it is for me because I tend to earn the spots by showing my handwork. You have an in-ring competence and but beating people like Jamo? Reaper? Louis Cypher? ROBERT SAINTS? God! I am gonna have a headache now... Weren't most of these men even bothered to think about atleast winning the hearts of the people if not the matches at Bad Abundance?
~ Candace crosses her legs and yawns a little but covers her mouth with dorsal of her hand as she feels bored talking about her LL3 opponent ~
Candace: Apokalypse, your IC title reign is like a tire that is going to puncture by a nail and that nail is going to be me. Or maybe we can call your reign a paint work which intentionally gets scratched. You can call me that scratch too if you will. You know what I think, Apokalypse? You shouldn't be ashamed of losing to someone who has a reputation and known for their skills. Look at me, I knocked quite a few SFT men like you at Bad Abundance but eventually got pinned by Redd. Did that upset me? No! Because Redd came out as a better man I openly admit that. Therefore you need to feel no shame bowing to your Egyptian goddess and surrender that championship to my feet. I can take a good care of that as I know how to nurture the gold that I carry and make it known to the people. In the meantime I have also got a little advice for you. The passion is something which is like a rocket fuel, but it is only when combined with determination that lift-off occurs, and you are not mature enough to have that determination.
~ The patient determination: She has got one like of a spider, something as intricate as a web can be fashioned again and again ~
