كتبتها منذ زمن ولا أعلم حتى إن كانت تسمى قصة, وأعلم أنها تشكو ضعفا في البناء واللغة. ولكنها أولى محاولاتي التي أعلم بأني سأنطلق منها يوما إلى مستوى عال.
"Find a way to assemble us
together"
I wish I could find that way……
Am I incapable? Ineffective? Powerless?
"I can't answer you"
I feel that you all are manipulating with me!
I am bored wearing that white apparel, I
need a relief.
"Is that your last saying?"
The silence is settled, and PEACE is
retiring slowly without any word. This issue is complicated immensely. She is
suffering an internal conflict which she cannot get rid of. What is the essence that she
made of? Which purpose does she take in life? Who are her friends and who are her
enemies? When you are unable to distinguish between good and bad, right and
wrong, you will live a war, internal physiological war. You have to win or you will
be defeated! PEACE is losing her self-confidence; she is thinking of how
they project to make her leave or stay with deformed countenance as a doll at
the road!
Quite PEACE, QUITE!
Of course this is not the end; I still have
the hope of permanent peaceful world .
But HOW?
She remembered her old friend FAITH,
and decided to talk with her. She understood what kind of meeting it will be.
Because PEACE knows how the bright light of FAITH is starting to
fade last years. But the wonderful thing about FAITH is whatever happen, that's normally will increase her message with values and principles.
"PEACE? Is that you?"
Yes, it's me.
"I couldn't recognize you! Why your
white apparel is going to be a grey?
Oh, really, I didn’t recognize that before.
"Maybe you are different than the last
time I saw you!"
It's me. It's me PEACE.
Why are you saying that?
We were good friends.
"Yes, we were, a long time ago!
Am I bad?
"I don't know, but you are
failing"
I am not belonging to them, believe me!
"Then, you have to set your attitude!"
FAITH is gone, leaving PEACE alone. Peace who felt
discomfiture. But she wants to prove the contrary. PEACE is peace and
she will not abandon her principles.
It was everlasting, vaporous, gloomy winter.
Life is in chaos. Shambles is the lord of the law. Time is accelerating which
no one can stop. In spite of the absence of the sun, there were a various shades
which follow most of creatures with no certain shapes.
Peace stopped at the battlefield where the snow occupied
the earth, where Peace's apparel colour transformed into red. Drops of blood are
fallen down and smudged the only whiteness when an intensive scream is rising.
The earth was screaming in a way that cause a deafness to Peace as her solidity is fading and she fall.
I feel I am frail
Where are the POWER, and she appeared so far.
Help me!
"I can do nothing
The power of my language is disappeared;
the power of principles is gone.
But do you know?
You need the power of encounter, the power
of material, the power that can do everything and no one can speech!"
And she had gone.
Peace is breathing and standing up heavily.
To the right, I need RIGHT!
, and there was a place with several doors
where she stopped scrupled. Every time she chose a door to open, another door
is opening.
She whispers:
The RIGHT used to be one door!
The quarrel of the doors is getting louder.
There was a great fight between them. Each of the doors claims that it is the
right, it is the salvation and the others are hypocrites!
Then, it was the moment when Peace is
crying:
If
RIGHT cannot know what is right how could I know!
She returns for where she came from, and there
was the EQUITY.
"What is going on PEACE?
Are you changing your saying?
I neglected Fight when I prepossess with
life! By the time I lose the power of speech, I lose my word sense. When it became
unsound, people start to use FORCE to change the world. But which parties has
the RIGHT to tackle humanity's issues? Each of them works according to their
views and utilities and others are abasing and reviling as they are not humans!
When I return to my EQUITY I understand that it is too late to restore justice
to this poor life!
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