The Angel That Was Once Amira

Her name is Amira, I know her all too well, the mysterious girl with an angelic smile, a girl with enchanting eyes, a fallen angel...

Living behind heaven's pearly gates would be something wonderful for any angel, but not Amira, she craved to burst out of heaven...

(Cue song from the movie "All Dogs Go To Heaven")

AMIRA:
It’s too heavenly here
It’s too peaceful and paradise like
Straight and narrow and much too nice like
Endlessly sunny and clear
It’s too heavenly here

It’s too blissful to bear
Calm and quiet and much too mellow
All my brain cells have turned to jello
Everyday feels like a year
It’s too heavenly here

I need some action, I need some juice
That crazy kind of feeling of playing fast and loose
Some razzle-dazzle and a little stress and strife
I gotta get some life in my life

But it’s too heavenly here
There’s no way you can be a sinner
Roll the dice, everyone’s a winner!
It’s so legit and sincere
It’s too heavenly here

What good’s a hustler without a scam?
I’m wasted talent that’s all that I am
But this operator is at the wrong address
Cause there’s nothing to finagle
And no one to finesse

ANGELS:
It’s so heavenly here
Pure and perfect, sublime and shining
Every cloud has a silver lining
Everyone’s full of good cheer
It’s so heavenly here

AMIRA:
They’re all so saintly!
I just can’t relate
There’s gotta be an exit through that pearly gate
Behold a canine who’s been cut down in his prime
I may have done the crime
But I can’t do the time

'Cause it’s too heavenly here
All hallelujahs and hosannas
It could drive anyone bananas
I’m going out of my head
This joint is deader than dead
I’ll give you eight to three
It’s too heavenly

ANGELS:
Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!

AMIRA:
Too heavenly here!

Now, Amira is not evil, she's a free-spirit, a child of God that wants to break out. Tired of singing songs on the clouds and wearing her halo straight- she craved mischief and a little intrigue... God smiled, he understood her frustration and St. Peter merely rolled his eyes...

(Song borrowed from the Sound of Music)

St. Peter: She climbed the gate and got some scrapes; her robe has got a tear
Angel 1: She waltzes on her way to the hall and whistles on the stairs
Angel 2: And her halo is worn askew she doesn't even care
Angel 3: She doesn't sing
Angel 1: She's always late for gatherings
Angel 2: She's always late for everything!
Angel 3: Except for every meal
St. Peter: I hate to have to say it, but I very firmly feel
All four: Amira is not an asset to the heavenly family
God: I'd like to say a word in her behalf
St Peter: Then say it almighty one
God: Amira makes me laugh!
St. Peter: How do you solve a problem like Amira
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down
Angel 2: How do you find the word that means Amira
Angel 3: A flibbertigibbet
Angel1: A willow the wisp
Angel 2: A clown
St. Peter: Many a thing you know you'd like to tell her
Many a thing she ought to understand
Angel 2: But how do you make her stay and listen to all you say
God: How do you keep a wave upon the sand
Angel 3: How do you solve a problem like Amira
God: How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand
Angel 1: When I'm with her I'm confused, out of focus and bemused,
and I never know exactly where I am...
Angel 2: Unpredictable as weather
Angel 3: She is flightly as a feather
God: She's a darling
Angel 2: She's a demon
God: She's a lamb

Amira heard the discussion, an insouciant smile grew on her face. She knew God was always on her side, he was always on everybody's side- but St. Peter would not condone her shenanigans anymore- it was setting a bad example to the new Angels.
She was always late for the curfew- Angels were released from Heaven to do their duties on Earth, but they were expected to be back before sunset and Amira always arrived hours beyond that curfew, much to St. Peter's sheer vexation. Amira even went too far by "borrowing" the key to the Pearly gates.
She broke too many rules and did things that Angels were not supposed to do, and God always forgave her for her crazy stunts, but St. Peter was not as patient. He was outraged that one day, she entered the hall without her halo, and painted her wings black... It was another long night in God's chambers- debating over what to do with their wayward Angel.

Theres a world where I can go and tell my secrets to
In my room, in my room
In this world I lock out all my worries and my fears
In my room, in my room

Do my dreaming and my scheming
Lie awake and pray
Do my crying and my sighing
Laugh at yesterday

Now its dark and Im alone
But I wont be afraid
In my room, in my room
In my room, in my room
In my room, in my room

At midnight, she snuck out of her room and approached the gate, the key, was in her hand. As she neared the gate, she took one last look at the glorious beauty of heaven and sighed.....


The Angel named Amira, fell and landed near a pool of water where she stared at her reflection. She was shocked to discover that she still had her wings. When she turned to inspect them, she was shocked to discover that they had turned black. She turned to her reflection again, and in a bizarre way, her reflection smiled sadly, and she gasped, the reflection's wings were white!

The heavens roared in protest, the wind howled, lightning flashed and rain came down in torrents.

Amira stood up, her eyes fixed on her reflection. Staring at the girl trapped inside...

She turned to gaze at her wings, which was as dark as the midnight sky then back to the girl on the pool of water whose wings were silvery white. That's when she knew, she was finally free of the cumbersome seraph, who stared back at her with besieging eyes...

Something inside her stirred at this discovery, followed by a very wicked smile...

TO BE CONTINUED