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The Visitor |
The Healed Elbow & God's Wrath
My left elbow is finally A-ok. I've been testing it all morning, and it hurts no more. I can lean on it. I can move my arms about. My elbow is fine. Now why was it fucked to begin with, you may wonder. Well, therein lies a tale...
About a month or two ago I decided I'd be a good boy and go to the mosque with my father. Understand, this is rare for me. My father tells me to meet him at the national mosque deep in the heart of Kuala Lumpur, and, to impress him even more, I dressed up the part and got there early.
There was no sign of my father, so I stayed outside for awhile smoking cigarettes whilst the preacher preached socio-political bile that I'd rather not hear and get straight to the praying. That's when it rained.
Actually, 'rained' is an understatement. This was some 'Day After Tomorrow'-wrath-of-the-Lord thunderstorm. We all finished praying, but still no sign of my father. I had no credit to call, but just enough to SMS, so I did, and waited.
Still no reply. I decided, 'fuck it', and would rather be in the safe confines of my car rather than sitting on the steps of a marble mosque with rain-spray washing my face.
I made my way down the wet marble steps, and almost got to the bottom when I slipped.
I fell down half the steps and landed on the marble floor at the bottom elbow first (hence the pain). Around me was a puddle, raindrops the size of coackroaches splattering about my person and my car keys in pieces by the side.
The entire congregation starred and pointed. After awhile, someone actually came to help me up, which was nice. I really shouldn't expect much since these are the same people who'd steal people's shoes during Friday prayer. And I'm the one who falls.
the pain in my arm died away after awhile thanks to my girlfriends' mom's traditional massage techniques, which are not as sensous as it sounds. In fact, it's fucking painful. When a woman is putting all her weight onto her knuckle, and ramming that knuckle into the socket that connects your arm to your shoulder, you tend to cry like a little bitch. Thankfully, the arm healed.
But the elbow didn't. I only just realized after all this time that it was fine when I leaned on it and realized it didn't hurt anymore.
I still haven't gone for Friday prayer since that day.
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