MALA'IK – THE FALLEN

About the Book

“It’s coming, my angel . . . the flames are coming”, Anya said fearfully as men stepped forward with torches. Their eyes sparkling in the torchlight, “be cleansed by the fires of heaven”, they said and lit the pyre. The flames sprung to life as if they were eager to consume us. I stared through the fiery haze and at the people cheering in the night. I knew it could only be a moment before the flames touched us. I could hear Anya’s heart beat in her chest, could feel her fear as the fire got closer and could see the sweat trickling down her naked flesh. Still the people cheered waiting with excitement for the first scream of pain. How foul the mortal soul has become. How twisted their beliefs and morals were. My only thought was their churches made them this way out of their lust for power over others. Anya clung to me as the flames were mere inches. “What . . . what is it like in heaven? . . . Mala’ik”, she gasped. I could see strands of her golden hair began to burn, could see her pale flesh begun to redden. I sighed sadly, “Look into my eyes, my love . . . and do not turn from them . . .” I said. She did weeping with all her heart.. “I’ll show you heaven in them” I said. She nodded. I opened myself to her. I felt the first kiss of the fire as my clothes were ignited. I gasped with pain. “Mala’ik . . . “ Anya said concerned.. I did not answer.

About the Author

He was born in tucson arizona in 1984. I grew up in group homes. I was an orpan. A child that never knew his father, and unwanted by his mother. I married the love of my life in april of 2008. I just have to thank allah for making everything possiable for me. for getting me through my rough start and blessing me with everything i ever dreamed.