Yaseen the Malaysian

Datu Yaseen had come from a lineage of Yaseen that were passed on through Ibn Batutah himself, The traveler that crossed through the darkest parts of Africa, who had traveled the silk road long before Marco Pollo, and who had left his script on a rock in Cylon.

The roads that Ibn Batutah traveled, in the 14th century, connected him to many people and his travel companions were from parts of the world still unknown to the west. A relatively quiet companion to Ibn Batuta was a young scribe simply known as Yahya, A mysterious man who had met up with Ibn Batuta on his own migration to Tangier, fleeing from a country that was in constant conflict with Al-Murabitun. So quiet that Ibn Batuta at times forgot he was there.
Yahya at times seemed to be on his own journey with the travler, at times disapearing from the Caravan only to meet up with the group 4 to 5 days later. He had written books and books that seemed to be not related to the travel he was on. Once while in a forest in Afghanistan one of the companions of Ibn Batuta had seen him walk into a forest at dusk, speaking with someone who was not there only to emerge from the forest before dawn, dressed in different garb and 3 volumes of scripts that when asked to see them, Yahya Simply said “You would not understand it even if you saw it”.

While in Malaysia, Yahya had fallen ill, he had been stricken with a stomach disease that took off five years of his life and 15 pounds of weight. Ibn Batuta had left him behind without even knowing. A young woman had taken him into her home, he taught her his ways and him hers, they had married and Yahya called Malaysia his home. His lineage grew in Malaysia and some say that his son had an influence on King Paramesawa’s discussion to become Muslim which would shape the entire population of Malaysia.
Generations passed and The Yahya lineage would stay relatively quiet until some 500 years later when in 1941 the Japanese Invade Malaysia.

The Japanese’s 25th army had taken a prisoner of war in Kota Bahru which was rare. He was the ancestor of Yahya, but now using the true name of his fore father Yaseen. Yaseen was wondering why he had been the only captive for the entire Japanese Army. He was taken to Ministry of the Navy in Tokyo to meet with a man named Yamada San. Yamada San was a Nakaza part of a group of Japanese cults. His possession as Nakaza was to be a vessel for spirits to pass through. Yaseen was skeptical about there modality of talking to spirits. But he listened none the less. Yamada-San had picked up the language of Malaysia, he said, so that he could communicate with Yaseen. He said that an Ohni or a devil had visited him one night, while on a pilgrimage in the Kochi mountains of Shikoku. After a while he was able to go back into a trance and was visited by what he called an ancestor. This spirit or possessor told him that his army would find a man sitting under a bigfoot tree wearing a red sash. And that he would be the one to help us in this time of need.
Yaseen folded his arms in front of him, this did not surprise or shock him, his only surprise was that his name had been mentioned so far away. Perhaps this was where his forefather was supposed to come but was stopped in Malaysia.

Yamada San had explained that there was an arrogance in his region that would destroy his people. A spirit that was spreading the worse action of man. He was told that a lone sole was intereupting the natural order of things in the area of Shikoku and area that was renowned for it’s spiritual migrations and the people that were keeping the Oni at bay. Yaseen had remembered a story that his grandfather told him, that there was a huge battle between man, jinn and angeles. Where the angels and man worked toegtehr to defeat the Jinn and the jinn where banished to the Islands and the sea. Shikoku was one of those places.

Religious monks circumvent the area counter clockwise as a seal to keep the Jinn or Oni from escaping the Island and infecting humans. Yamada-san wanted the help of Yaseen. And so starts the first assignment of Yaseen the Malaysian.

Continued….

The Yaseen Chronicles

Abu Yaseen slid the coffee mug aside. The sound made the side of his neck twitch and he could feel the pulse in his jugular vein pump. Sounds started to affect him more. And more and more, were like the scratching of nails on a chalk board. He became angry at this noise, this invasion of his mind. He knew that when this happened another memory was lost. His eyes bent back and his tongue began to quiver, it was that time again. What would the people at this local diner think as he started to convulse. His last thought before he passed out, “Please don’t call the paramedics…”. Then darkness.

…Note to self, that star that I liked so much may have already died. Time is irrelevant, thought is what creates time and space, my thoughts are of an ant climbing up a mountain of fine sugar… now open your eyes…

The blue fluorescent lights flicked their restless tails at Abu Yaseen, mocking his impatience as he becomes aware of his surroundings. “A hospital”. How would he explain this. He had been here before so many times, so many places. It was an open floor, there was an empty bed to the left and an old Black man with cataracts to his right, sleeping it off, eyes open. The only thing between them were monitors and curtains that were supposed to be used to separate the patients, and Abu Yaseen really wanted them closed.

“I could just as easily walk out, than explain this” he thought to himself. However the beast in his stomach made him slave to the tomato soup and cold buttered roll that taunt him from the bedside. His hand thrust itself on the roll and shoved it into his mouth. He remembered that the nice lady at the diner commented on his eyes and felt sorry for a man so young to be homeless. “I’m sure she would have given me that coffee and pie for free, if I had the liberty of staying. Remnants of sand flicked between his teeth and added a familiar flavor.

A skinny doctor entered his temporary domain, a frail, fair haired man. He was young, a resident doctor who looked as if he’d pilfered too many pills from the depository. He had a smooth twitch to him, every move looked like he was initiating a Broadway entrance.

“Hey buddy, looks like you didn’t have any I.D on you, you wanna tell me what your name is?”

The doctor looking over his files as he awaits an answer.

Abu Yaseen thought long and heard, probably giving more attention to the sweet roll dissolving in his mouth. He finishes the roll and smacks his tongue to make sure any remnants has been properly consumed. He let’s out a sigh… “Nope”

The doctor looking over the file, “You’re not going to tell me your name?”

Abu Yaseen shook his head.
“Well the way I see it, is that it doesn’t really matter. I won’t be here tomorrow, and to be quite honest, I don’t think you really care what my name is other than making small talk to try to get me to tell you what my problem is.”

The doctor closes up the file, “Well the witnesses said that you had a seizure.”

Abu Yaseen’s eyes rolled up in remembrance,“Yup sounds about right.”
The Doc checks his vitals, “Seems like everything is okay right now.”
Abu Yaseen folds his hands in front of him and looks at the doc, with no words. As the doc looks down at him, “Well, we’ll keep you under watch to make sure you’re stable, do you need anything before I go?”
Abu Yaseen shakes his head.
The Doctor stutter steps as he walks away, something is bothering him. Abu Yaseen notices as the doctor looks himself is noticing something, his eyes are directed to a spot just under the bed with the Old Black man. As the doctor pauses and looks back at Abu Yaseen, we notice a shock in his eyes. The Doctor hastens his step and almost trips as he completely leaves the area.
Abu Yaseen raises his head in the aftermath of this. He is reluctant to look over to the spot that took the doctors attention. He slowly looks over, pauses and let’s out a long drawn out sigh. bounces his head back on his pillow, then shakes his head. “This is why I don’t like hospitals… I guess I’m not going anywhere now.”

The Doctor is sitting in the break room, it’s empty in here. He has a couple of pills in his hand and throws them down his throat, gulping it down with a small cup of water. He puts his head between his hands and rests his elbows on his legs. A creaking sound breaks the silence in the room. The Doctor hears it but seems to want to ignore it as he bares his hands into his eyes. He waits for a “Click” of the door latching behind. The Doctor let’s out a moan.

“What’s your name?” A voice from behind, softly probes. The Doctor straightens himself, and stands almost jumping out of his seat. As he turns he sees Abu Yaseen standing in the corner by the door hidden in the only shadow in the room. The Doctor steps back and moves his head trying to get a better look at him, “Who-who r you?”
“Don’t worry, I’m not one of them.” As Abu Yaseen walks forward. The Doctor let’s out a sigh of relief, and grabs at his chest. “I know you’re not supposed to be in here, but I’m glad it’s you.”
“Right… Your name is… MaCintosh” The Doc pauses, “Are you clairvoyant or something?”
“No I just have really good vision. Your name tag.”
“Oh right.”

Abu Yaseen makes his way over to a pot of Coffee that is brewing. He helps himself to a cup, then pours while the liquid still drizzles out, the sizzle on the griddle of the maker is another one of those sounds that gets to him but not bad enough to make him go into his dark place.
“So how long have you been seeing these things?” As he burns his lip on the coffee.
MaCintosh perks up, “What things?”
Abu Yaseen looks him down, “You’re not crazy you know.”
“There must be some kind of scientific or medical explanation to what I’m seeing. I mean I know I’m not crazy.”
Abu Yaseen let’s out a smile over the top of his coffee cup, “Most crazy people, know they’re not crazy.”
“Point taken”
“So what does this creature look like to you?”

MaCintosh, sits in the big chair, “It’s a little girl, but sometimes I see others, they look human, but not human. Some parts of their faces are missing or their features look… um… flat, almost like looking at one of those stereo-optic pictures, where you know what it’s supposed to be, but aren’t really impressed. Then like the other day I saw this big mist of gray-ish green roll down the hall. I don’t know why I’m telling you this?”

“Well you obviously want help, and it’s interfering with your job… are you religious at all?”
MaCintosh shrugs his shoulders, “I guess, should I call a Priest or something?”
“No, It’s not necessary for this type of thing, just say whatever prayer you know, ignore them and they’ll go away in due time. However if you come in contact with one in your home tell it that it does not belong there, spirituality doesn’t come from a priest but from ourselves”

MaCintosh’s mouth sits open as he takes in the instructions. “So what about you, you see them, right? Why don’t you make them go away?”
“Occupational hazard I guess.”
The cocktail of whatever pills that Macintosh took, is kicking in now as he sits back in the chair, “Oh yeah.” As he smiles. “I don’t even feel like asking you what your Job is right now, but thanks for the advise.”
“Oh and you might want to do yourself a favor and cut back on the self medicating.”
Macintosh smiles, “Sure Whatever you say doc… So what was your name anyway…”

“I’ll be back to check on you in the future.”
He looks at where Abu Yaseen was standing, no one is there, the door is already closing shut and his mystery man is gone.

Dr. Macintosh walks out of the room, searching for Abu Yaseen. He makes his way over to the nurses station. Looking over to the bed that Abu Yaseen was in, then over to the nurse. “Hey nurse, what happened to the patient in bed 6?” The nurse looks over to the bed. “I don’t know…” The doctor cutting in, “But you saw him there, right?”
“Yeah he was there but now he’s gone, do you want me to call security?”
He puts his hands in his coat pocket as he bends to hesitantly look under the old Black man’s bed. slowly. A small hand slowly emerges from under the bed, as the doctor closes his eyes and starts to mumble whatever he thinks is a good prayer. He opens one eye, then both.
The hand is gone, he searches under the bed from a distance. Nothing there.

“Doctor… Security?” The nurse holding up the phone.

“No. No, that won’t be necessary.

Continued…