divinity and Divinity (z)
When I was 4 and sweating miserably in the subtropic humidity of Malaysia my parents gave me a transformer toy that captivated me so.
I twisted its parts and shaped something new, put pieces in and took them out and felt for the first time the supreme power of creation. I alone had the omniscient power to turn a man into an automobile and, with a wave of my divine hand return him to his pitifully mortal humanity. I gave him voice and I gave him thoughts and I made him walk and I made him vrooooomvrooooomvrooooooooom and I was idolatrous.
My servant and I were exploring the sullied and steep grimy leather canyons of a honking yellow malay taxi when news came that my newfound divinity had been one-upped.
“Zaki… there’s something we need to tell you… well…”
“Just tell him Afeefa!”
“Zaki… you’re going to have a new brother or sister!”
My heart stopped and servant fell forgotten to the floor. My dominion crumbled, my independence shattered, and the aliens had landed.
“Does…does…does the taxi-man know?”
Not sure if taxi man was more shocked at your American-accented idolatrous shenanigans in his car or at finding out he’d just picked up a pregnant woman with severe morning sickness… he called out to the Divine in either case.