In the Garden

Jeffrey Allison
2 min readJul 29, 2023

Jannah (Heaven)

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She was trapped between the pillars like Sampson. Stuck in her room till the end of time. In the palace where she belonged hearing stories of old and ancient times. Her bed was made from fine Egyptian cotton, a nice linen. She enjoyed what she had and was given. Enjoying the stories of freedom and salvation from the one true king. She dreamed of a kingdom of untold riches that were valueless. A power of creation in a garden of nourishing fruit.

“I’ll make it.” She Whispered to herself.

The Djinns are powerful and going through Jahannam was unavoidable. It was time to escape, she couldn’t take the whispers anymore from behind a locked door. She knew what she had to do!

“It’s time to go! "Her servant said.

“Coming!” She smiled “Slave no more!”

“Freedom for us now!”

“Do you think there will be miracles like the false prophet had said?”

“Yes! Yes, I do!”

“Now down the shaft!”

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“We are in the garden now.”

“Where are our clothes?” the servant said as they hide behind a bush. They seen a tree in the far distance like no other. The fruit looked too sweet not to pass, little angels and cherubs surrounded the tree. They dodged the guards and retrieved the fruit! It was time to leave.

“Why did you not eat it?”

“Why did he have a fiery sword?”

“Why are we naked?”

“Why, so much sweat, my curls?”

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Time was passing as the sun went down in the evening. They had to camp, but how? The servant had a plan!

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Jeffrey Allison

Grew up in Oregon on the bay where I learn to live to write and read poetry where it ventured off into more story telling and how I got the chance to adventure.