Near Death

The reality of near death experiences...

Near Death/…By Sami Khalil

Truth with added experience…

Darkness quickened across votive disbelief of days, as the sun was set in wounded validations. The nights of measured distresses have begun, forced to face sleepless blends that bleed for all mercy. So, in no perfect world, those who wandered aimlessly, tried to stitch together time-framed thoughts that lay in mind ruins.

I could remember, in hindmost, the madness of the war in all its violent explosions, that rocked buildings and left them riven apart with no chance of bloody prayers and the countless lives lost. It was 1982, at the height of Lebanon’s civil war, where Israel decided to invade the country, with wildest expectations of power and mayhem, all rolled into one. Their goal was to expel the “PLO”, (their nemesis) from the border areas to other parts of the region, where the name of vague peace will be restored. Humanity had reached a special madness, from all sides, where no sane man could swallow its primordial desires or a wraith history.

I, on the other hand, might have not survived, if it wasn’t of miracle that kept me in the land of the living, looking down in vigilance at the operating room. There was utter panic, and the bleeding heart was dividing and conquering the soaring chances of no survival. My feet looked like a plinth, supporting a tumbled statue. Doctors worked tirelessly till the last extensions of hammered confusions.

“He won’t make it” so they thought, “for his wounds carry the blame of malice in pirouettes.” But my mother, who bridged her eternal pains to hopeful gazes, breathed sighs of pyrrhic relief, when prayers, coursing deep into the gorge, spared the need of hallowed wreaths.

I gained consciousness, only after the gentle floating, where I beheld the mantle of peace. Nothing weighed, nothing tick-tocked, nothing aged, nothing feared, nothing worried…

A new dawn, a new page, a new welcome and a new knowing…A new poem!

 

An abandoned earthly treasure was slowly forgotten

When beating fast and stillness went hand in hand

Oh, I could see blood-stained hands and eyes weeping

But the joys of peace, love eternal were surely begotten

All are one where no money and possessions enthrall

As bare-footed death climbs staircases in muffled recall

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Sami... there are times in life where we touch the hem of G-d and wonder why... a glimpse into disparities ... knowing how quickly our world can change... the depth of calamity... breathes fire and brimstone.... Amen truly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Marvelous as you are and true to the bones. It can't be said any clearer to those who heed. Thank you so much for all.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Sami🦋 We just had a fire in our home🎻 We lost most everything in the last few days. It gives one a new perspective to be alive and not harmed.
I appreciate the depth of your comments and wish you well always. truly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Best of wishes. God will make a way.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Sami... I appreciate your reply... we must believe... Amen

[Linda alexander]

As bare-footed death climbs staircases in muffled recall. Diseases, perils, loss all are notorious in bringing pain, but death is the real villain, are we one in death staircases, are we same in death stair cases, all the fighting in family, community, country, world in large from the tiniest matter to most serious ones can trace in their roots to man's ego and false pride and manipulations, if the staircase of death muffled all are one why world is this way with no real peace, man has to come to that realization of muffled voice of death staircases. Poem throws some lights of some truth laying around the world for rethinking. An excellent writing even if theme is sad.

[Sami Khalil]

Whoa! So true and well articulated brilliant poet and friend. I admire your humanity and level of wisdom. You read and dissect things like a surgeon. Million thank yous.

[Einstein Noodle]

wow! well done sami! well done indeed ..the language is mesmerizing ..intoxicating in a way .. tho the story is so tragic ... tough subject sir ...so glad i stopped and found this one :)
E.

[Sami Khalil]

Whoa! Thank you so much great poet and friend for this gracious review and appreciation. So glad to see you. Happy Veterans day.

[Einstein Noodle]

same to you sir :)

[Sami Khalil]

::::)))))))

[Giulia King]

This is amazing, Sami. Truly, amazing. I'm happy I stumbled into this story.

[Sami Khalil]

Whoa! You are amazing, too. Thank you so much for all. Take care.

[Alfred Kukitz]

The feeling of an all consuming love at death reverberates through the echo of your thoughts, words and voice.
Poetic story telling in its glory and poetic verse riding the tide of beauty.

Regards,
Al

[Sami Khalil]

Whoa! Even your reviews are so poetic and beautiful. You possess the power to inspire. Thank you so much.

[Alfred Kukitz]

Sami your graciousness and talent offer a unique blend of humanity. I truly love you guy!

[Sami Khalil]

Same here. Grand you are.

[Jimmy Yetts]

Whether during the actual dying process or a near-death experience, at some point, the subject starkly realizes that everything is melting away, except love. Only love, the universal currency, remains--representing all you can take with you.
Wonderfully instructive story, Sami; amazing new poem!

[Sami Khalil]

So true and well articulated. Thank you so much Jimmy for this marvelous review.

[ms. barrie]

a most compelling write, Sami that is wrought with elegance. i admire the subdued, gripping details without any added unnecessary exaggeration. your stength of character and benevolence...shines through this entire write, and i’m utterly grateful for your presence in the world.

keep shining you! :)

[Sami Khalil]

Oh, my God. I'm so grateful to Him to know great and wonderful souls and artists that inspire and make our world a better place for us all to enjoy and share, especially art. I can't wait till you post new writes so I can devour them with passion. God bless...:)........

[ms. barrie]

you’re most welcomed, Sami, always a pleasure :) — you have my gratitude for your gracious sentiments & friendship...
you’re indeed a rarity in this world!

many thanks yous, and i look forward to your visits, bright blessings (:

[Sami Khalil]

:::::)))))

[ms. barrie]

:)) — :))))))))) 🙂🙂🙂🙂

[Sami Khalil]

Good night...................

[ms. barrie]

goodnight! happy hallow’s eve!!

[Sami Khalil]

Same to you....

[ms. barrie]

thank you............(:

[andrew mitchell]

Very very very very well written Sami as always with strength and eloquence.

[Sami Khalil]

Whoa! Thank you so much great poet and friend for this amazing review and kindness. Title check is on the way from Buckingham palace...

[Tony Jordan]

Your writing still has as impressive and effect on me as it did when I first started here Sami. Your eloquence adds another truly artful dimension to the fantastic story. Glad you are with us my friend.

My own experience was not the serene calmness described so beautifully here though.
Rake-like fingers - coming from nowhere - grabbing for my ankles as I sat upright strapped into a wheelchair in the back of an ambulance following an attempted O.D.
My arms started to curl inwards under their own volition. I thought I was on my way to Hell.
It seemed so real !!
Made me respect the gift of Life thereafter.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. What an amazing take on this phenomenon from another different dimension brilliant poet. I'm so glad we did not lose you and that you appreciate the spirituality of things as mentioned by different faiths. I thank you personally for all the encouragements and inspirations.

[Tony Jordan]

You're very kind to say so - thank you for all gifted poet.

[Sami Khalil]

By the way, you can write one about that experience from that view point. Up to you...

[Sami Khalil]

:)....................

[Tony Jordan]

Yes I think I might - thank you for the suggestion my friend.
:))

[Sami Khalil]

:::))))))....................

[Sami Khalil]

What are you going to call it:" To hell and back."
Just kidding.

[Tony Jordan]

Lol yes - that's a good one
Or
'Can you smell something burning... uh-oh' heheh

[Sami Khalil]

Hahaha....

[Lydia Shutter]

You describe a near death experience on the operating table so well, Sami. I unfortunately experienced this myself. I stood at one end of a lighted tunnel and my grandfather stood at the other end. He motioned me to go back. I saw the doctors, heard what they were saying, but I felt nothing. Fortunately I am here to speak of it. Did this happen to you, my friend? Very well written. Lydi**

[Sami Khalil]

I almost died twice. One in Lebanon and one in the tornado of 2011 in Tuscaloosa, Al. i survived but felt some things like that. Thank you for sharing your awesome story. Grazie Mille.

[Lydia Shutter]

You are quite welcome! Glad you survived!

[Sami Khalil]

:)..............