Bismillahi ir-rahman ir-rahim – In the name of Allah, most gracious, most merciful
I first noticed it as a child. I’m not sure exactly how old I was, five…maybe ten years old. I recall just laying outside and watching them float down in front of me, as if its gliding through the air. I was mesmorised by the power I had over them, all I had to do was look up, and they would start to glide upwards…then slowly again drifting down as they lost momentum. I could control them with the movement of an eye. It was intriguing, not a strong power and not one that was extraordinary, but to a child it was whatever I wanted it to be and I found it fascinating. I often wondered if others possessed it as well, was I ‘special’, or was something wrong with me? I never did get around to asking anybody, I’m not sure if its because I didn’t think it significant enough, I forgot, or perhaps because I thought I’d just get a funny condescending look like I should probably be institutionalised. I think the real reason is that because it was unknown – It was mysterious and enchanting, but had I found out that it was something we all had it would have just been…well, normal.
Unlike most childhood observations this is one that I still clearly remember. Not because it was remarkable or particularly memorable in any way, in fact quite the contrary, I often forgot about my little friends. Instead it was because every now and then I would be reminded about them. I wouldn’t do anything special, all I had to do is lay there and gaze off into the distance with a well lit background and suddenly they would appear.
As I get older I find that my little friends don’t visit as much anymore. Or rather it is I that don’t extend the invitation. First there was school, then there was uni, then marriage, and now kids. Its extremely rare that I get a chance to just lay down and relax and stare into light filled nothing. Then, on the rare occasions that they do appear, I think to myself ‘its been so long I almost forgot you even existed’.
I’m not sure if I can really explain what they are. They are marks of some kind that appear before me. They seem to be entrenched in the fluid surrounding my eyes, or at least that’s what it seems like. The best way I can describe their colour is to say that they are a transparent black. I have always assumed that everybody, or at least a good percentage of people have them. As I am writing this I just notice them gliding down my monitor, reminding me that they are always with me but it is I who is too busy to pay them any attention, or even notice their existence. I find it fascinating that they are always there, always right before my very eyes like nothing else is, closer than anything else I can see, yet so close that I no longer even perceive them. Its like they have become so much a part of me I no longer realise they are there. I guess its kinda like wearing hijab, before you wear it you wonder how you can have this cloth around your face. Wouldn’t it feel weird? Be uncomfortable? However, after a while it becomes so much a part of you, you no longer even notice the fabric up against your cheeks.
So I wonder, does anybody know who my little friends are who have fascinated me for so long? Are they normal? Do they have a name? Or am I just completely insane?? If you are reading this and you know anything about what I’m talking about please let me know, and likewise if you think I’m completely insane feel free to tell me, i think after all these years I need to know the truth 😉
Edited to add: Thanks to Fatima and her ingenious google skills I now know what they are! They are “floaters“ or “benign floaters” or “vitreous floaters“. They’re basically floaty things in your eyes, and others suffer from them, but not everybody…so if you read the post thinking I was absolutely crazy, this proves I’m not! At least not in regards to this anyhow.