As he walked down the crowded sidewalk, briefcase in hand, Rasheed's head spun round and round like an otter swimming loops through a river. He raised his hand to steady his brow, and he wished that God would kneel down and pluck his head right off his shoulders like a child would a flower from its stem.
Two weeks Rasheed had suffered in this way. And, two weeks he had whispered gently to himself, promising that all will soon be righted. The world and his body would soon be realigned.
God heard Rasheed's wish and chuckled a rumble through the sky. He searched for Rasheed as He walked across the clouds, darkening them with His shadow. He had heard Rasheed's troubled whispers and had become amused with the young businessman's thoughts.
There was much yet to be done in this young man's life, yet God knew that the pain Rasheed hoped would dissipate would only pass with death. Rasheed would become very successful in the next couple of years, provided he can overcome the temptation of insurmountable greed in the coming spring.
God watched Rasheed closer.
When spring came, a dark, cloudy day watched as Rasheed accepted a briefcase of laundered money in exchange for his silence.
As Rasheed waited to cross the busy street, he again wished for God to put an end to the pain inside his head. He wanted to enjoy himself and celebrate his lucky day without this dreadful, incessant ache.
God heard Rasheed and agreed that it was the man's lucky day, for his pain would end once he took his seventh step across Booker Street.
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