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Malik's Wold

Malik's Wold

Emi Briggs

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Malik Hussein is a seventeen year old queer Egyptian American who is fed up of everything. Fed up with the fact that he's poor, fed up that his parents are too strict and fed up that he's a gay man living with his conservative Muslim parents. He's been fed up for the longest time now, but he got even more fed up when the people he thought were his friends humiliated him at a Halloween party. He went looking for Sharaf, a wizard willing to guide him to change his life and create a new reality. Sharaf tells Malik he's a descendant of powerful witches and wizards, and his family has lost the craft because of colonisation. Malik wants that power and to use it to change his life. Sharaf helps him. And Malik uses his power to change his reality. Malik goes from living in a small apartment in Queens to living in a mansion in Manhattan, he goes from having conservative parents to having liberal parents, he's dating the boy of his dreams, and he's also popular. Malik's life could not be more perfect, but with perfection and magic comes a price because a boy named Rahim who is the only one not affected by Malik's spell tells him that Malik has made a deal with the devil's henchman to not only change his reality but he has released all the evil jinns from hiding and they're tormenting people. Malik, who feels bad for what he has done, tries to do everything with Rahim. He thought it would be easy, but it is a very hard process to achieve, and he's met with obstacles from time to time. But will he succeed? Or will Iblis take over the world?

Chapter 1 One

I angrily wipe the tears off my face, but they keep coming. I hate crying, especially for something so stupid. I am the stupid one; I was the one who brought myself into this predicament, and I caused this to happen. I genuinely thought those rich kids were my friends and they liked me, but of course, there were two of them who weren't buying the fact that I live in a penthouse and have fancy cars, and I go to Dubai every summer.

It was a lie, it was all a lie to impress that friend group, to join their mould and have friends for once. But two people weren't buying it, so they investigated and they found out that I'm a big fraud.

They found out I live in a small apartment in Queens and that my father works at a store and doesn't have a multi million dollar company and that I'm poor as fuck and they used it to humiliate me at that Halloween party. They showed me my house, my parents' faces and the things I wrote in my diary.

Like how I always wanted to be in their friend group. All the creepy details about every person in that friend group and how I was obsessed with Landon Hall, my crush. Everyone called me a stalker, a freak, one suggested they get their lawyer to file a restraining order.

At the time when I was writing that book I didn't know what I was doing was creepy, but after those kids made it clear, I could see it now. I was a fucking creep. I tried to explain things to my closest friend, Pamela but she completely ignored me. She wanted nothing to do with me. That was the stinger; that was when the emotions started pouring in. And maybe they're not the ones who betrayed me. I'm the one who betrayed them.

I left the party with people staring at me, looking at me like I was a monster. I had to leave that place. So here I am walking down the street with tears in my eyes wearing a bumble bee costume.

How can I possibly show my face there now after being exposed? I can't, I just can't. I'm done for, it's all over. They all think I'm some kind of stalker, the type of Muslim who is going to throw a bomb into the school. I just wanted friends, that's all. I've never been so humiliated in my life.

Right when I think all hope is lost, I remember that creepy guy I met at an alleyway next to my dad's store. The guy was handsome and creepy at the same time. He was young, and he knew how to dress. He told me that I am a descendant of powerful witches, and at first, I thought he was pulling my leg until I saw him float in the air. I was stunned.

What caught my attention was when he told me that I could use my powers to create another reality. I was intrigued, and I believed it would work, but at that moment, I was already friends with Landon's clique, and I thought it wasn't needed. And I thanked him, he didn't insist. He just said that if I ever changed my mind, I knew where to find him.

I need him now. I want to change my reality. I can't keep up like this.

What was his name?

Sharaf is his name. I need Sharaf's help to get out of this misery. So I rush straight to my father's store, which is just below my apartment. My parents would kill me if they found out that I went to a Halloween party. They hate Halloween and I love it, they don't think Halloween is remotely important at all, so we don't celebrate it, but with Sharaf's help, I hope I can change that.

I try my best not to be seen by my parents. I told them I was going on a study date, but if they see that I'm all dressed up in a costume, they will know that I went to a party, and I'll be grounded for life.

I look up at my apartment and I see that the lights are on. I rush over to the alleyway so my parents won't come out and catch me here. I reach the dark alleyway and I don't hesitate, I call his name immediately.

"Sharaf," I say in a whisper, but there's no answer. The only thing that answers back is a large rat that comes out of the trash can. Maybe if I walk further into the alleyway and call his name, he'll answer. So I walk deeper into the darkness. "Sharaf," I say again, but still no answer. I don't understand, he told me to meet him here if I needed him. Where could he be?

What the fuck am I thinking? I probably imagined that interaction with him because I'm a freak who spends all his time in his head. I let out a disappointed sigh and turned around to walk out of the alleyway. There goes my chance of making myself rich, having friends, having liberal parents, being handsome and being an out and proud gay man. This is my reality, and I should get used to it.

Someone clears their throat. "You called," the person says, and I turn around to see Sharaf leaning by the wall.

His hair is as white as the snow, mascara covers his eyes, and his eyes are emerald green. His skin is brown but not like mine, his is lighter, he has a slim build and cupid's bow lips. His nails are painted in the color black and his eyebrows are carved.

He's wearing a vampiric outfit that suits his whole aesthetic. A tailored blazer worn underneath a black corset, the trousers are wide-legged and made of heavy, slightly shiny fabric that drapes luxuriously to the floor.

Then he has a long silver-toned chain necklace around his neck and so many rings around his fingers.

This guy is everything; he's living freely and doesn't have anyone telling him what to do. I bet he doesn't want to make friends with anyone, and it's people who want to be friends with him.

"You're here!" I say excitedly.

"Yes, I am," he says, and his voice is so smooth and calm. He looks me up and down. "Nice costume," he says with a smile.

"Oh." I look down at the bumble bee costume I stole from the store. "Thank you," I tell him. "You-uhm, you told me that I have magical powers and I can use them to create another reality?" I ask him, playing with my fingers.

"Why yes, you're Malik Hussein, descendant of Nala. You are a powerful wizard, but you don't know that because the colonisers killed the people who were witches, and because of that, your family lost touch with it and hasn't been in touch with magic for years."

"I want to be in touch with it," I say. "Please, teach me." I plead, I sound so desperate right now, but I guess Sharaf doesn't care.

"Why, of course." He says then with one wave of his hand everything around us begins to melt. I watch in awe and fear as everything that once surrounds us begins to disappear from my eyes. The sight makes me a bit dizzy but the dizziness stops when I see where we are. Oh, we are no longer at an alleyway. We're at a warehouse.

"Whoa!" I say in disbelief, looking around to be sure that we're not still in the alleyway.

"I know. I'm simply that talented." He says with sass, and he moves forward. I follow him.

"Are you a wizard too?"

"Why yes, I am. Unlike your ancestors, my ancestors didn't abandon their magic for anyone," he says, and I smile, thanking the universe for that. Because without him, who will teach me how to change my reality? I hope it works.

"Okay, the spell to change your reality to another one is very crucial. You have to perform the spell like you really want it, eliminate any distraction and destroy anything that might hinder you from making the spell." he takes a book from the ground and he hands it over to me. I take it and I look at the beautiful book. It looks like a quran but it's not. It's a spell book.

I open it and it's all written in Arabic, which thankfully I understand thanks to my strict parents for forcing me to learn it.

Sharaf creates a triangle and places beautiful scented red candles around it. He brings out a goat, then he takes out a knife and slices the goat's throat, and blood starts gushing out.

I try my best not to throw up all over the floor.

I force myself to look at the blood uneasily moving around the triangle. Jesus, that was vile to see. It's good to see that Sharaf came prepared; it feels like he's the one who wants to change his reality.

"Alright," he says after tossing the dead goat to the side. "All you have to do is use this knife that I used to slit the goats throat, slice your palm with it and make sure your blood goes around the triangle, then you can recite the spell." He points at me. "Remember, think of what you want to change and think of that only. And be careful with your words. You can sit down in the middle of the triangle," he says, and I nod my head, walking toward the triangle, about to sit in the middle of it, but then I stop and look at him.

"Why are you helping me?" I ask him and he just smiles at me.

"Us, gay wizards have to stick together," he says with a wink, and that is enough to convince me to do this. He gestures for me to get in, and I do. I sit on the hard ground with the book.

"But wait, what spell?-" I stop talking when the book leaves my hands and falls on the floor in front of me. The book is wide open, and I have a feeling that the pages have flipped to the spell that I'm supposed to use.

"That's the spell," Sharaf confirms. And I look at the book, smiling. It automatically opens to the page of the spell I need.

"So cool," I say in a whisper, smiling at the book.

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