Unbeaten

Tough , resilient , tangible and sound as Scottish drums. Deeply rooted in earth womb with an ugly look , rough and harsh. The sun burns its surface and it stands as a mount , while winds slap its skin , leaving it hard and full of fork-like pieces of wood. It seems as if it forgets its purpose and aim of being on earth and has become only a thing that looks like a living thing. But , still , unbeaten.

This seat reminds people of victims of abuse or let's say it properly: survivors of abuse. As people smuggling to seek a good life , reaching the unknown shores after a sea trip, half of which was on boat under dignity and the other half was under the boat to wash up and polish dignity.

Or villagers reaching the city for the first time, seeing and admiring even the road boards. After few time struggling in the city , they lose interest, lose appetite to living there , lose linkage with the village and loosen in the middle of the trip between city and village.

Or as immigrants when they travel to a new country , start a family, business and life. However, they burry their identity under where they put their feet and become free of identity as if it were a virus or infectious disease . Eventually , they lose ability even to identify who they are and the pain and guilt that they feel become their identity.

Or as a child , holding bunch of fainting roses , begging people to buy in the street with bare feet and nearly bare body as well. No one notices his bare stomach that did not eat for days or his shivering words when he speaks. All what people know about him is to push him away , ride cars with speed so that dirty water flashes on his face due to wheels' rapid movement. Or if they are polite enough , they will avoid seeing him as if he is a big annoying fly.

Empty Wet Bench

In a rainy evening , I stayed under the rain without a shade , a shelter or even a cover. I was waiting and waiting , alone waiting in the downtown area .Waiting for them to come as they promised . However , it seems they will not come. May be because I am too far to reach or they are too far to meet. May be they changed the plan and decided to meet else where .Or may be they are stuck in traffic , each one in one side of the busy city. Or , may be it is too cold to meet under rain in rainy evening , while each one had a long day and has a long day going to catch. All in all , they did not come to meet , but I hope that they justified for each other the reason why they did not meet or at least , in the worst cases, they postponed their date into another date , to a time when the sky is clear and shinning with light and weather is not cold.

Motherhood mercy

A fraction of a second and a new baby is born with all blood around it. Mother is fainting , But she is willing to hold her baby in her weak arms. Remembering when it was a mere liquid settled and growing and doubling its cells in her womb, during all the nine months of the suffering , not fitting in clothes , figure changing , a great increase in weigh , swollen feet , and tiredness. All is gone in one moment with pre-pains and pushing and palms , and waiting more. And here a baby is born and now she fetches a name, and then color of clothes, toys and a cradle. And then a kindergarten , a school uniform , a bag , book has his favorite character and a pencil. And where is that pain ? when he gets out of her womb? All gone with the first look at his face or as grammatically notes : its face. Another baby is await and growing inside her to be born

Dengue

That is that in this fight. Souls collapse with no felony , but dengue. We only hear " You know that young man , in that shop , that used to sell bla bla bla… , he passed out with dengue". And " You know that little girl who used to pass by our house before going to school with brilliant smile and shy laughter with broken teeth. She was diagnosed with three different diseases before the fourth diagnosis of dengue , hours before she was dead , as she could not fight it , as her blood cells vanished". And the list of stories to be continued.

Ironically, we survived swine and bird flu, but beaten with dengue as it came as a death messenger ,sending death to each avenue in slow motion , letting beloved ones say fare well to the loved ones as watching them dieing , or let's say get salvation of medical experiments and false diagnosis of medical market.

Life is a miracle

Imagine to hold up a balloon for a whole day with your bare hands , taking it with you wherever you go , sleeping with it , eating with it and working with it. It is tough ha?

Then imagine mothers ,they hold their fetus until they become babies for nine months with all troubles , physical changes and pain. Then a little angel comes to the world and mothers mercifully go through it again with another baby. Going through that painful moment only to give birth , a gift , a soul to the world. Indeed, it is miraculous to see a little head comes out with life scream. Moreover, it is a blessing to feel the bond of its mother around with her warmth. It was growing inside her and then growing beside her with all difficulties on his first teeth , first step , first day of school, first challenge , first graduation and first love. Or when his dad calls Athan on his ears gently and peacefully to give him hints of his spiritual life by whispering GOD's name to his little ears.All in all, as life is a miracle, it is a spinning process , then that little baby , becomes a man ,a husband and a father on one life miracle!



Thanks GOD for life miracle !

From a school bench to dust

As a teacher going to the class with the same burdens everyday , leaving all what belongs to the world at the first step to the school. She went to sign and wait for her class to start when a voice called her informing her about "Amal" , her student , that she passed away before yesterday due to Dengue fever. There were two Amals in the class and she did not know which "Amal" passed away.

She went with great shock wondering whoever Amal passed away , hope has passed away. She passed away , leaving her bench empty for another student to fill as she was another number in the class. Another number in the family that when this number is alive, parents do all they can to save that number, and when it dies , the number is seemingly forgotten and buried under dust.

Amal was not a number , but she was a hope of her house that shines with hope. Moreover, there are many Amals in each house and within each family , that we hope and wish them long life.


We do not blame Dengue as it might have come as salvation of all kinds of suffering that Amal had. We only grief and mourn as she was taken as a young flourishing flower. And strongly give condolences and finally let it go when our Amal is hidden in a small hole wearing white as a bride and taken to real heaven.

I am sorry Amal we could not save you , but sure I am that you are in the best place now. We could not cure you as we were suppose to nor did we take care of you as we are helpless. However, you do not need our help now , as you are in GOD's hands.

Let it be

Standing alone with much confidence , facing the power of the sun in a challenging mood. With solid look and strong desire to say a sentence : it is not , look I am here , neither it is I am unbeaten. Simply , it is my right to express my presence ,even if you think the sun will burn me , winds will blow me up and even if you think that I will end up alone as my thoughts are weird. Let me taste failure and success and light as well as darkness. You do not have to protect me in stores and hide me from exposure. I simply need to be exposed to bitter and sweet so that I can really differentiate and taste. Let me stand by my own as you do not have to cuff my hands and tighten my freedom and I truly promise you that I will never let you down .