In the Northern part of Iran lives a Carpet weaver
He owns a shop at the edge of a Bazaar
In the back room of this shop is something quite
bizarre
Abdul Abdullah is a fifth generation Carpet weaver
He makes them all by hand with the aid of an ancient
loom
In that dusty spiritulised eerie room
When tourists enter Abdullahs Carpet Eporium
They lose all sense of decorum
Something attracts them
Just like a Moth to a flame
Once inside their lives will never be the same
The façade of Abdullahs is nothing that a good Architect
would design
But it serves its purpose just fine
A lot of tourists just walk right on past
But others cant walk past it is like a spell has been cast
An American tourist with an uneasy smile is walking his final
mile
He doesn’t know it but he has a Blood disease
But deep down he knows that all is not well
Abdul is standing at his front window watching the tourist
Then he asks the tourist to step inside
‘and would you like to go on a Magic Carpet ride?’
The American doesn’t know what to say to this
But he steps over the threshold
And into the realm of the unknown
The American is a long way from home
Once inside the ancient store the American is guided to
a Burgundy Curtain at the back of the room
The space behind echoes with the sound like a sonic
boom
Abdul pulls on the Tassel and the Curtain slowly parts to reveal
an area full of sparks
The air is full of static electricity charges the atmosphere
The American is thinking ‘What in the fuck am I doing here?’
The centre of attention is a Magic Carpet that is hovering about a
foot up from the floor
It measures five foot by ten or more
Blue and Purple with flecks of Yellow
At the sight of it the American starts to feel very mellow
The American walks towards the Carpet and he climbs
onto the magic bunch of threads
Then he starts to feel different visions
Like he has one hundred Heads
Abdul tells him to sit down in the middle of the rug
And then when you are ready just give one of the threads
a little tug
The American closes his eyes and says a little prayer
He feels that he is in an Angels care
So he relaxes and he goes on that Magic Carpet ride
Then he travels to the other side
But he is not there to stay he is there for some treatment
and a remedy
As he flies through another dimension the American
can feel the heat in his Blood and Bone Marrow
The Carpet travels through the Strait of the Narrows
In a fractured sky the Carpet flew
Into the Black and out of the Blue
The American can feel his Blood beginning to cleanse
He has gone from a cracked vista to a clear lens
Even though the Carpet didn’t actually go anywhere
It didn’t travel to Heaven on a winding stair
It did cure the American
His Blood disease is now a figment of his imagination
He has been back and forth from the dawn of creation
Even though the American has been cured
He isn’t in the clear
Because now he knows a secret a secret that he cant share
He cant whisper it in an Ear anytime or anywhere
But being an American he cant keep his Mouth closed
There was no need for water boarding or a rubber hose
The American talked and he talked loudly
There is no need for a Microphone
He wants to tell the whole world
Not just one person at a time
So the American calls a press conference
But when he starts to talk he is struck mute
The Magic Carpet Weaver has played a Magic Flute
The secret has been kept for over ten thousand years
Through sweat and Blood and a Million tears
The American is now silent and suspended up in space
He has no name and he has no face
Abdul Abdullah is feeling mighty pleased with himself
He has kept the secret with a bit of magic and a little stealth
But Abdul has noticed that a few journalists are still snooping
around
So he decides that it is time to go to ground
So for about a year Abdul goes about his business just selling
Carpets and Rugs to the locals and the tourists
He keeps a low profile waiting for the unwanted attention to die
down
Behind the Curtain the Magic Carpet is still giving off sparks from its
Magic threads
It needs some action
It is going stir crazy it is going off its head
The trouble is if you keep a Magic Carpet idle you are in for a whole
lot of trouble
It will wrap itself around you till you start seeing doule
But trouble is averted Abdul decides that the time is right for a
relaunching
So he gives the Magic Carpet a bit of a spring clean
Then on a quite Tuesday afternoon Abdul puts his thoughts and
Brainwaves out there just like Honey to a Bear
He wants to attract someone willing to take a dare
And that someone walks straight up to Abduls front door
She doesn’t know why she is here
But through the mist of a painful tear she saw the Carpet store
and she knows this is where she has to be
She has cried enough tears to fill the Mississippi
She knows that something is eating her inside
She can feel it in her Bones
She knows that she is not looking her best
If only she could sit down and have a rest
I should stop calling her she because she has a moniker
And no it isn’t Monica
Her name is Rachel and she comes from France
Rachel knows that this is her last chance
The Doctors have told her that she has only six months
to live
Cancer takes it doesn’t give
As Rachel gets closer Abdul whispers to the wind
And the sound reaches Rachels middle Ear
Maybe a cure is finally here
Rachel takes a step inside Abduls place
And a look of hope lights her face
She has nothing to lose but plenty to gain
She is about to ride the Magic Carpet Train
Abdul guides Rachel to the Curtain
Behind it is the cure to her hurting
The Magic Carpet is getting frisky it has been confined for to
long
Will it sing a happy or a sad song?
Rachel cant believe when she sees a Carpet hovering above the
Earth
Is it time for a death or a rebirth?
Abdul tells Rachel to climb on up to close her eyes
She is about to fly through a Crimson Sky
Rachel closes her Eyes and she dares to dream of a cure
She feels like a little Girl once more all innocent and pure
As the Magic Carpet flies between the Mountains and the
Valleys
From the Skyscrapers to the Bowling alleys
Rachel feels like her body is inside a washing machine
But she can feel herself becoming nice and clean
Her Cells and Molecules are becoming free from the Disease
The Magic Carpet is friendly and eager to please
Rachel has gone from a body riddled with Cancer
To a smiling nimble smooth dancer
At Abduls Rachel has returned from her Magic Carpet ride
She is cured and feeling free and easy
Her Blood is flowing nice and smooth non greasy
Rachel steps off the Carpet and she is thankful for the ride
Because she is now playing for the Cancer free winning side
The Magic Carpet is back behind the Curtain
And it isn’t an Iron Curtain
It is a Carpet for the sick and the needy
And the Carpet turns its back on the rude and the greedy
It hasn’t got time for people who treat other people wrong
You can sing all you want
But you have to sing the right song
Abdul the Carpet Weaver is satisfied
The Magic Carpet is performing better then he expected
Abdul is waiting for the next Carpet rider he waits as he weaves
and weaves
He hasn’t got anything up his sleeves
All you have to do is believe.
THE END.
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