Ade-ke-gabra??

I wanna tell you something rather insane really. It's so outrageously foolish even Khad will find it hard to believe. The madly eager thing is, deep down in my heart, I know I can fly. As in, moving swiftly through the air. This is starting to seem rather unsound now.

As a kid, I always watch my favourite magician on television. David Copperfield is his name. I used to love his magic tricks even though I think I know he sold his whole life to the red guy just for that fame and popularity. Black magic. I have no evidence to proof this, but hey, tell me, where is he right now? Dead I suppose? Hmmm. But we're not here to talk about black magic at all anyways. So after watching one of his greatest tricks, which was flying himself through the air around that stage at the moment, I thought to myself, what if it wasn't black magic at all and what if everyone could fly too? Because David once said, "Believe in yourself." So as naive as a kid can be, I did that. I believe so hard I even tried to jumped up and flapped my arms like wings. I couldn't remember but I think it became an obsession for me. I mean, I had a lot of dreams about me flying around my neighbourhood, helping my neighbours to fight crime. Heh. And when it turns to nightmare mode out of a sudden, which it will usually, I would somehow lost my flying ability and just plunged straight down like a stone. What's astonishing is that no matter how many times I fall, I would never get hurt.

So what if I can really fly? Should you know? Should I put to good use? Should I abuse it? Or should I tell everyone I know? Hmmm. Keeping it as a secret. It'll be so damn difficult with such feelings like proudness, haughtness and arrogance just waiting to burst out inside of you. And what if I say the more I use my ability, the shorter my lifespan becomes. It kinda reminds John Travolta's character in that movie, Phenomenon. He pushed himself beyond the human limit by reading hundreds of books, gaining great knowledge in matter of days, thinking that it was the work of aliens that he saw. He didn't become proud instantly. He just tried to put his ability to good use for the better of mankind, but people seem to be more interested in the alien incident and how he became so intellectual out of a sudden. He overworked his body, mind and spirit to end it all up with a brain tumor a month later. Quite sad isn't it? Will I die too for using a lot of energy just to fly? If I can really fly.

Malaikat, jin and Adam. Made from the purest light, the hottest fire and the finest soil respectively. If it says in the Hadith that there's one type of jin that can fly and my Mum guessed that malaikat can fly as well because of it's unlimited mukjizat that Allah Taala have given, do you think Adam, who is representing humans, can join the club? Mum says no. She made a point that we humans are prone to make sins which the other two can't. "So be a good boy and daddy will buy you toys, okay??" Since we're proned since day one, we can't say Wazaaa? to Superman in the skies. Hmmm.

Flying. Ahhh.

Ps: If you ask me to become a pilot, I'll show you my butt cheeks.