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Jalál (Glory), 4 Asma (Names), 165 B.E. – Saturday, August 23, 2008 about 8:12 AM Pacific Time It happened again, exactly twenty-nine days after the first time, the doorbell rings at midnight. All right, I know that sounds like a mystery novel and I think that is a good title for such a novel. However, I would like to know who ring my doorbell on July 25 and August 23 at midnight. Each time the doorbell rings three times and woke me up from a sound sleep. I got up, went to the front door and looked out the window in the door. I saw no one standing on my stoop, so I opened the door. My security screen door locks from the inside, so I felt no real worry about opening it. I looked out and saw no one. I went into the living room and looked out the window and still saw no one. If this happens again then the next date will be September 21, 2008. I can't say I'm looking forward to the event. When I'm awakened from a sound sleep, I can't get back to sleep for two or three hours. So rather then lay in bed attempting the impossible, I get up, turn the computer on and do some work online. After a couple of hours of work I'm sleepy and can go to bed. The problem with this is that my entire day is screwed up. At least, this time it was a Saturday and not a Friday when I had to be to work at 8:30 AM. The only thing I've gotten out of this experience is the beginning of a poem. The Doorbell Rings at Midnight Bring! Bring! Bring! Three times the doorbell rings Outside the night is dark And the neighbors' dogs bark. I go to the front door and look out No one can be seen anywhere about. So I open the door and listen to the night to the barking of dogs and the siren's song. |