Love outside the box (short story)

 

 Maybe I want to explain something inexplicable, maybe I want to say something that's hard to express, but I'm definitely thinking of something inexplicable. In the relationship between a man and a woman exchange emotions between them in a supernatural way, unlike the usual.

In the midst of this kind of feelings, the woman will appear as a tyrannical queen in the kingdom of love and adoration, but rather she will be the first lady in this kingdom, and she will be the first and last commandment in the parish and the people, which is then represented in her feelings and emotions with this queen or of this kind when she loves it will be Certainly unusual.

What I feel now and which I have always hated is the control that I have always felt was taking my freedom, which you imposed on me in your relationship with me, so I remain as if I were indifferent to continuing your love, but remained as you are indifferent to love you. Because if you love me I will run away from you, I hate mutual love because it only produces children, headaches and nights of social yawning. She tells him to stay indifferent away. To love you and to remain the impossible man in my life who feeds my longing To keep hovering around the forbidden tree and looking at the desired apple Because when I bite the apple I fall asleep bored and sleepy.. and my heart is stagnant and tired.

 

Will you believe me when I tell you I love the same moment, I love the same situation, I'm not you, I don't adore you! You are far from my imagination, completely away from my life, but it is the state, the feeling, that it remains. As for you, you do not disappear and hide away from me.. I do not want you. It will never be you, I love all humanity. But I discovered in me a strange thing, that the more I love all humanity in one sentence, the less I love human beings individually. As a woman I have the ability to hate the best human being in a period of twenty-four hours! Why ? Because I became an enemy of humans whenever I approached them, especially you, man..the impossible man in my life..I feel that my approach to a person in general or a man in particular, I feel as soon as I approach any individual that he collides with myself and assassinates my freedom,, although I am ready To pray for the sake of humanity and all humanity and to do a great deed. But in spite of that, I cannot bear to live with one person or some man in one room for more than forty-eight hours!! Perhaps I see in front of me boring and unbearable for reasons that may be trivial to others. But they crush me from the inside and even kill me..Maybe this is boring because he chews food slowly and this is unbearable because he sneezes or coughs a lot! And other and other reasons.

 

Will you believe me when I tell you that I adore the same moment, I adore the same state, I am not you, that I do not adore you! You are far from my imagination, far from my life, but it is the state, the feeling, it is what remains..and you disappear, I now hear the moan of your questions and see the eagerness and surprise of your eyes and you ask me why and how? ,, Do you know why? Because this feeling is sincere to me, and that moment is honest and never deceptive, but you are the traitor, you are the treacherous, angry, ignorant, I really do not want you, I do not want you at all.. I want the same honesty, the same sincerity, tenderness itself, and the very warmth, it is the warmth of the moment, its sincerity and its innocence that was not polluted by your hands and was not killed by your cruelty, and was not slain by your stubbornness, stupidity, or your pride. My eyes and disappear forever, even if we have a share to meet, I don't want that, I don't want it at all, you are in my eyes no more than a pile of burning ash, it was a fire one day and then it was extinguished.. I'm nothing more than a painting that was sold for cheap after the painter spent an eternity In drawing and coloring it, then suddenly he felt the disappointment of a candle who sacrificed herself to light up a blind room! How difficult it is to discover suddenly and too late.. you have always dealt with the likes! Semi-lovers...like friends...or even like men...it's a very bad feeling..I have realized that nothing is real and constant in my life with you..nothing but looks..like things..like feelings...and similar situations.. Just to change..this is how I am with you, man! . You are very far away from me, but farther than your imagination can imagine, and bigger than your memory can accommodate, it is true that we did not part, but we will never meet! Stay the moment..and perpetuate the feeling..but for you, please,, please and swear with all your preciousness to go away and leave me alone, go leaving behind you the pulse of the feeling and the warmth of the moments..it was few,, yes, a few..but it is very much as much as I said it .. very long as it is short,,, very warm despite the cold that surrounded it!!! And don't be surprised by my demands..never be surprised..and remember that this feeling and that warmth..one day came to you running and hit the rock of your stubbornness and slaughtered its honest moments under the blades of the sword of your lies and evasion..and the coldness of this warm feeling in the frost of your fear and cowardice...but my tender hands I fixed all the fractures.. and cured all diseases and ailments..until I recovered completely from you..from your ignorance,, from your arrogance, from the darkness of your heart..please...don't put yourself or me in this critical situation..I am no longer I want you..and your pleas to me no longer do me any good or harm...even a feeling of pity, I believe in you! Even this feeling, you don't deserve it.. I no longer need you. And you no longer mean anything to me... My advice to you is to keep what's left of your face and go away from me... How hard is the need for someone you don't mean or you don't mean anything to him anymore.. Believe me, I tried a lot to reconcile with my feelings in order to satisfy you.. I tried to respond to her pleas to pardon, forgive, or even come even one step closer, but to no avail.. (I overcame to reconcile in my soul so that it would not satisfy you) It no longer has a place for me.. I expelled it from the depths of my heart.. and from all that is evil, it was expelled without return.. The truth is that I no longer find in you my pleasure, my comfort, nor my comfort.. these things no longer amuse me. The little girl who comforted me on the day you were gone, or the day we met or met each other...my dear, you lost the battle and I won it...so get out of it blameworthy and defeated forever...I'm not accustomed to losing, no matter how much I suffer, no matter how much I suffer, no matter how lost my paths are. Victory is always my ally in the end...I am very sad because I see that you are ignorant of the truth that I knew..How difficult it is for someone who knows the truth alone..Woe to the people. Who knows who does not know.... I hope you will realize that one day... It is better for a person to be miserable and knowledgeable... than to be happy and deceived!... Why do I see you looking at me silent as an idiot? Were you surprised by my words..or did my words scare you..or did you want me to be a wreck to collect and to always need you..this is what you want and what you wish for..but no way...(I still remember my heart, my hand is safety) There is a difference between what you want and between love and giving. The real ones... Do you think that the gap is wide between the two of them!!!!

We are two parallel lines, each of us walking in a different direction..It is true that we have not separated, but we will never meet! I prefer to live in the shadows..I prefer to live immersed in this life..and even more than that, it makes me happy to find myself in it a small corner or a small corner.in any spot on the globe and I hide between its walls happy and peaceful away from you..proud My freedom that released my hands from your heavy chain and freed me from it...so that I may be hidden or buried or even on the sidelines..but I am happy.free and free..your wings flutter in the sky of my freedom that I struggled for until its sun rose and its rays filled my life with light... Now, do not disturb my peace by your absence, or your stubbornness and arrogance, or your cowardly pride! The thunderous... The important thing is that I found myself... after I searched a lot in the sides of myself that were lit up by your darkness!!!? far away and fills my soul and soul together with the glowing light...and then I asked myself one question? Are there things that only happen once in our lives? Then it does not repeat after that..Does a person sometimes see the truth of things at the end of the hallway of the corridors of this harsh time? This has already happened..do you know when? One day I thought I could see everything, but in reality I didn't see anything!!!! And after you fell into the abyss of your inferno... At that moment, I asked myself a question that he should have asked? where am I now ? At the bottom... Yes, at the bottom.. I laughed sarcastically, saying: Good... at least we won't fall again... What's after the bottom?!! All my words and actions.. and you make fun of everything I say and do..then I asked you to put a title for my story with you,, so I sighed with fidgeting and burned my face with the sighs of your hot summer's breath...my answer surprised you with eager eagerness to quench the thirst of confusion on your lips and before you could speak I told you that the best The title of this anecdotal farce is (Wrong Idea).... Oh, that's how I thought the wolf could be a gentle lamb! To this extent, you lied the truth and believed the lies! What a well-made deception... I have seen artificial colors as a real paradise! I never thought it was nothing more than a peel or a raging inferno mask! I laughed so much that my throat shook and my laughter made fun of me...Then I laughed and laughed so much that my tears flowed...The sarcastic laughs mingled with pain! Dirt mixed with water...and fire with air...I remember this day..before you asked me..I will answer you.. It was the day you came to me confident of stepping as a king to tell me in one way or another that you will live and live in a house next to me and near me..we thought that I would fly with joy at this news...what an irony of fate...I don't know whether fate mocked you or me? It is true that you are breathing the air that I breathe. And you live in the neighborhood in which I live.. and you pass from the street in front of my house... true... true all of this I do not deny... you have become very close to me.. but the closer you are, the farther from me... you exist, you are already near me. But you are not in me or in me at all!!!! As close as you are, you are far away!!! How close you are to me and how far you are from me!!!! I am very sorry to inform you that your hopes have been dashed... I am no longer me... I came too late my dear... Too late.. Do you know that with what you did you became like someone who asks for warmth after the winter has passed!!! And as someone who asks for life after annihilation!!!...You should know, sir, that the time has passed and the cord has been cut....but may I now send you a short message that I am confident that you will receive letter by letter and word for word: (Dear man, I did not affect me Everything that happened and I was not affected by the accident...but it was I who affected the accident, rather everything that happened..Oh, the impossible man. To you with my mouth full (don't be mine,, don't be mine so that we don't end up like two frogs communicating in me in the boring details of life

The daily..and they drown in the chirping of frequent quarrels, but stay away, an impossible love, a perfume that I remain thirsty for leaving, literally, where the quarries of the alphabet of surprise, never respond to me, and let me be aflame with my impossible longing, stay in my life a renewed book that does not read, and I will not open the stacked papers in any One day, I want your love to be a cry that pierces me and soundless like the cries of statues in immortal cities Stay as you are the impossible man and the unfinished love in my life Let my alphabet bleed its flames away from the bleak joys You wanted to make me a cold, dreary fake queen in your snowy palace But I preferred to I'm a tramp in the wilds of my freedom.

 

By: (Manal Khalil)

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Carrot and stick (Literary Article)

A burning atmosphere and the blazing sun rays come out laden with fiery flames from an infinite cosmic space furnace ... eternal and eternal in his torments, stern as a sword stuttering in his decisions ... stupid and blind in committing his follies ... But despite this, this poor man kept walking and running, hoping to escape from the whips of the ray The burner who flogged his back ... But his owner was not satisfied with that .. rather, he started to wail him from Hell and pour a flogging whip on his back with that ... without mercy and without pity ... And when mercy and compassion?? It is a donkey ... just a donkey, a stupid animal ... it does not understand and does not understand, and there will be no results with it that will bear fruit except in this way ... and take this boy His anger was poured out while he was driving the carriage and the whips skin was ironing with its fire the back of the poor donkey ... While this poor donkey was talking to himself while he was looking forward to her and saying to her, “Well, well, rest on your pain, soon ... Oh damned carrot, so I will ask you whatever the price ... Yes, I must get you and then I will rest from my torments ... 

Yes, I will definitely rest ... I trust that I will nourish you and savor your taste and you will provide me with the necessary food and strength ... And the poor donkey keeps running and the carrot waving in front of its age, like a flash of dreamy sparkle A snatcher, and whenever the donkey was running more, the carrot was dancing in front of him and swaying in front of him and swaying in the pampering of her golden hair, so the rays of his tresses increased brightly under the sunlight. And the donkey was as tired as he was panting behind the temptation and the indulgence of that pampered carrot that eluded him and increased his passion for it They yearned for Vitim as he dived into the sea of her pamphlet, panting more and more behind her, wishing himself even with a bite of beauty and its delicious taste. But heyhaaaa .. it would like to reach his goal ... But in the end he is a living creature, sick, tired and even tormented. so if it is His tired body groans crying for help, asking for a little rest, perhaps he will recover if a little of his breathless breath that was exhausted by running after the temptation of that carrot The beautiful woman who enjoys his torments and is cheered by the sound of his groans ,,, he finds himself only when he stopped running ... and under the weight of his body screaming, he had to stop in response to the call and relief of this screaming and the pain of this whining with a sad sound of fair ... To run again ... under the edge of the sword ... and under the mercy of this damned whip in the hand of this reckless boy who wants him to run and run ... and it does not matter to him what he suffers or suffers from this animal from his pain ... So this donkey is between a grindstone milling it between its molars with all his fierceness, mercy and indecency The noise of his moaning and the wailing of his disheveled person wishing and comforting himself by reaching the carrot that is in front of him once more ... going back the ball again ... to rotate in the same vicious circle and the closed circle. With no benefit ... it is only promises and my aspirations are false. The donkey will continue to dream ... With the carrot that he will never get. Why?? Because neither the donkey matters, nor the carrot is important. Rather, it is only just tricks and deceit. Just to let the donkey run and keep running all his dreams and all his hopes in (the carrot ?! which he will not attain. but it remains like a dream, like a mirage, like a flashing lightning. who calls him. " He seduces him and continues running ... It reminds me of the story () that grandparents in the countryside used to tell children and believed even adults, which is that someone The caller called him and he heard the call and answered him, and he remained like an idiot all his life running after that voice calling him from afar, or he deludes that. until his life was lost in vain scattered, do you not see with me a similarity between this person and this animal that provokes pity and compassion, and which has become not doing or he mentions something but only running and running, otherwise the flames of the burning whips are waiting for every piece of his body to quench its hunger by devouring the thick skin. so he consoles himself directly with his only wish and his stubborn reward that he will receive if he continues running vigorously and actively to catch up with that (carrot) and in return as well He escapes from punishment and from the whipping of this reckless boy ... and as a result, nothing ...! One benefit in the sure and certain, namely, that it achieves the goals of that fierce boy. the goals of the leader who leads the carriage. which is to make this being at his mercy and obey his goodness all the time. go according to the plan drawn up for him by this leader who leads the carriage of course. This leader, the leader of the blessed march, indicates to him what he wants in any direction, so that the donkey moves for fear of punishment and in the hope of reward and reward that seem like an elusive fantasy ... Did you not ask yourself, O tormentor in This life someday ... this question ... which is better off you or the donkey? Rather say which is the least restrictive? You or the donkey? If you ask yourself, you will find one clear answer in front of you without (makeup) and a plaid, a naked fact that tells you that the donkey, despite all its misfortune and suffering, is better off than you!!!! And the least restrictions on you ... You man may be surprised at the answer, but let me say it to you before someone else says it ... You did not even reach to be a donkey or the rank of a donkey.!! And if you ask me why? 

I will answer you immediately, saying: Because a donkey does not need money in order to live so it exerts effort and effort and deprives itself of the pleasures of life only to eat or drink only to live as if it is living from the lack of death like you ... the donkey, my dear, which is not a donkey that is not bound with official government papers. and the donkey also, my dear, who is not a donkey is not a group of papers like you, you are in front of the official authorities. it is not equal to anything without the paper that proves your existence. Without it you do not exist even if you exist! You are a card, just a piece of paper, and you should not forget that you are a piece of paper, the donkey my dear, and the donkey who is not a donkey does not speak. does not write ... and also does not read like you. He does not need to enter schools to learn and spend huge sums on that knowledge, then in the end he finds himself lying in a warehouse or Interests or government departments to obtain a little money. Satisfied and silent

Curiosity and your long jump to the sea of confusion and mystery and asked me how? Why? I will tell you with all sorrow and sorrow that you are always indoctrinated from childhood, whether from home, family, society, street, neighborhood, people, even the media, you are a container in which they put what they want and what they want. you A piece of paper with which they write what they want and what they want. They are who they want and not you, and nothing else, not even a burning supernatural ability is what you want, as they always pee in your ear with these mumblings that seem like a magic spell ... You are running like that donkey. Your options are limited and less than Ltd. you always think that you are the one who does and you are not. you are the one who chooses while you are not. you are the only one who is confused, but in the end you are forced to choose. a limited choice within a frame they made for you, put it, filled it and packed it with all that you wish and could not find. You will not find it. I remember, my friend, the carrot and the donkey. You will continue to chase after the hopes, dreams, desires and wishes that you have filled with him. And the more the noose is tight on you. the more you will long and long. you will long for all that you are deprived of. To get rid of your torments ... to get rid of your gasps and you are behind the carrot. And you ask yourself ... When will I get it?

When will I rest? They made you understand that when this is far away in the distant eternity ... It is difficult to achieve, but it is not impossible ... The more you run and the greater the effort, the more I have to get it ... just get tired ... struggle ... torment ... what you are in it now of suffering and suffering that is not important. What is important is the result. the outcome, the conclusion. what you are in now is a stage and it will end, tomorrow the goal will be ... so you have to do what you feel now. Seeking help from you, asking you for help and kindness to him, even if only a little by which he suffers his hunger for mercy and compassion ... This body has tired ... Is it not his right to rest even a little under the shade of the fruitful tree of life? The darker, if he does not hard work and strives. He will be a burden to him ... How to relax Days flog him every day with fear and anxiety, and the dark future if he does not strive hard ... it will be a disaster for him ... How does his body relax? How ... How does he submit himself to the desire to rest and enjoy ...?!!!

 How how??! You will lose and suffer ... and you will end up with nothing ... and the most important thing is that you will not get a (carrot). See what will happen to you if your body relaxes and seeks rest and searches for recreation. Rather, the whips of torment will fall on you from all sides. Even the little that you were getting will not be found ... You sold a lot and exchanged it for the least little. What your loss is not compensated by anything. and it is not surpassed by a loss. Because at that time it will be too late. (It is too late and we have stayed after a few days). 

And the fire has become smoke and ashes. but say the opposite, for the fire will ignite and reach its light as far as you can imagine and ravage you with its flame and grind you between its molars without mercy and without remission. so do not long when you hear those buzzing words, and buzzing phrases. whose tinnitus continues to ring the beats of its drums in your ears. In front of you is a way but to get up in panic, panic, to continue running and panting again for fear and greed, and you keep wishing yourself and tears of pain dripping from the mouth of your eyes to pour into the volcano of your silent anger ... which does not dare to announce its explosion ... Is this not my dear who is not They breastfed you with a donkey ... and they weaned you from before your mother's breast ... Isn't that my dear, and you are not a donkey You have mastered it in the white page of your mind. From the earliest age. Is not this what you were promised, and he himself is what you are threatened with losing if you do not do such-and-such. What if your distance from what hurts you is the same that hurts you...? You have no choice. It saddens me that I tell you that. but you are tied on the iron bars of life and crosswise. And the train will pass over you inevitably ... and you are waiting for (the carrot) to save you from what you are in, but it will never come ... you want the carrot to heal your wounds and heal your pains and pains through it. Yes, I very much regret to tell you that but you, my dear respectable, who is not a donkey. If you took off that huge aura that was placed from time immemorial on your eyes. you would see the truth naked in front of you as a vaunted prostitute, fear nothing and nothing means anything but subjugate you and reach you only ... if you took off that aura that kept you from seeing for a long time I saw that you have been used as a tool to subjugate and implement desires, ambitions and interests ... 

My dear, who you are not a donkey you have always been and still have been a bridge on which they crossed to reach their goals. by agreement and exchange of interests between the beneficiaries Which are mosquitoes that feed on your blood ... A trap is set for you and deceives you with hopes and soft-spoken to take from you the works. The works that he only wants or they only want and they have drawn over your exhausted body a road map to what they want only and nothing else ... even if you failed in Carrying out the tasks entrusted to you, woe all the woe to you. and you will not gain the lambs of the Levant or the grapes of Yemen. my respectful dear poor, who is not a donkey. If you removed the blurring of that aura that kept you from seeing throughout the past of your life

Your mind sincerely and logically without that aura, even for once, you would have seen everything, everything, with full clarity. And when you discover the truth, it sees what you are doing then????? How I wished to know or see your reaction before it is too late. Because at that time and at that time you will not be anything ,, and you will not be the one who was ... and if you were the one who was Makaaaaan .. my dear and who you are not a donkey, if you were the mother-in-law

Article by: Manal Khalil

The Bastard (Literary Article)

What is the boundary between the deepest points inside you and the greatest defeat outside you?? A confusing question, mysterious, suspicious, especially after you are alone now . now you are alone... that's how they told you. . or that's how you woke up one day from your sleep and looked around you and didn't find him... I looked for him everywhere... but without Useless... you didn't find him... you show that you won't find him, I rushed to them screaming and running... Where is he? where? And you are in such a match, and you see me. Was he here beside me.. here. .

 I was talking to him. . I feel his presence. . I know and be certain that he sees me. without seeing him!!! He feels me if I grieve and comes close to me if I cry... He extends a helping hand to me if I am sick. . And helps me when needed and in need. . He is my guardian... Where did he go? where? Did you make him angry? Did I make a mistake in his right and if he punished me by disappearing and leaving him to me alone in the open in the barren desert of life! ? Do you see me having committed a great sin and deserved his anger and wrath.  and his abandonment of me?!! It is that labyrinth in which we are all stuck, and you, dear reader, may be one of those stuck in that labyrinth...When you touched the ceiling of space, you will fall underground, in its depths. .because you did not find a support on which to base.. or rested on it...Yes. Your bond no longer exists... and your dreams and hopes that you placed on it have evaporated and turned to pieces from the corpses of your wishes and dreams scattered in existence! ...your father no longer exists and he disappeared forever from existence...and now you have become an orphan. .do you feel orphaned, lonely, divided from within, lonely that preys on you and feeds on the atoms of your nerves, anxiety and panic?

He did not leave even a message telling you about the reason for his departure from you. . or his anger at you. . or his anger at you. . that is how he left suddenly and without introductions. then you suddenly discovered his absence!... I know for sure what you feel now. (betrayal). But before you start to wonder, and your astonishment increases, and your pain kills you, your confusion. And that things were not going as you always think and calculate... if he was not responsible for you, and for a day... he didn't know about you or feel your presence, not a moment before!!!!!! ...he wasn't your father when you thought he was...!!! I see tears falling from your eyes and you cry out of burning for his loss and longing for his existence... Or say to an existence that doesn't exist at all.  . What a disappointed, deceived And tell you that your father was never there as you thought..!!!  And that things were not going as you always think and calculate... if he was not responsible for you, and for a day... he didn't know about you or feel your presence, not a moment before!!!!!! ...he wasn't your father when you thought he was...!!! I see tears falling from your eyes as you cry out of burning for his loss and longing for his existence ... Or say to an existence that does not exist at all. Shattered by the dread of shock... I hear the knocking of your cries moaning in my ears and my tears flowing as you cry out crying for his lost existence... and the lament of the worshiper over the loss of the idol... I pray to him that he might feel or hear the rustle of your breathless, pleading breath, that crawled quietly alive and speckled over the pieces Your scattered, scattered self. .I see you wondering eagerly, hungry and deprived, and in a defeated tone of voice, and you say desperately miserable: He used to embrace me one day! 

Did I miss his warm embrace.  His embrace was the breeze that I inhaled in the sandy heat of the arid desert of life... It was the tender touch of warmth that wrapped me in its cloak To protect me in the night of a cold, snowy, stormy winter... And now that you are drowning in the sea of your hot tears... You sneak into my ears with the lightness of a thief's pleas as you wonder and bewilderment fills you from head to toe saying: Should he leave me alone like this without a helper... without a mastermind of my affairs. So who will protect me? Who?? Who??? You keep wondering and wondering in a stormy labyrinth and at a point between victory and defeat. .love and hate. .loss and finding,,, anger and calm..,, revolution and submission,, rebellion and subservience. .and I see the slap of the truth that I slapped you with it, you rose against the face of your tormented soul, as you argued with me between a believer and a liar, in a struggle within a battlefield on the land of your mind, and in a fierce and fierce battle. And you echo in your sacrificial voice that reeling drunk in pain, and you wonder: How and when? And in a fierce and fierce battle. As you repeat in your sacrificial voice, drunkenly reeling in pain, and you ask: How? and when? and where?? He exists.

 He did not leave me and will not leave me. He is indeed present. . And if the winds of your stormy voice roll over everything in front of him, then your wishes and dreams go before your eyes with the wind like a feather blown by the winds of illusions, and you say: No. . Rather, it seems to me that he does not exist.. He did not exist. He has a day of existence. .I alone was deceived. .I am the delusional who suffers from my painful affliction. I screamed, but he did not answer. .I called him, but he did not answer.. I searched everywhere, but there was no answer. It is not easy for you, as they think. It is not easy for you to know and be certain with all the evidence and proofs that you are alone without a reference to which you can rest and rely on.. It is not It's easy for you to be sure that you will face since this The moment is life on your own and that you have become lonely with no reference to you and depend on him... It is not easy for you to be sure that you will face since this moment you knew that your father does not exist, and that you have to face your fate alone and you are dealing with your problems alone without relying on him to take revenge to you from anyone, or he submits to your crying in front of him, or to your supplication between His hands. . the matter was settled and the hidden was revealed.. and what was hidden appeared from the truth. . Now you will go to your secret place at night crying, but without anyone hearing your soliloquy or your crying.  From now on you will start your day alone and live its details alone.  you have to rely on Yourself from now on you have to mature...Facing it may be difficult at first, but with time you will get used to it.  .In fact, you will love it and hate your weakness, your submissiveness, your submission to a superstitious, chaotic, irrational, sadistic narcissistic existence. obedient to his consent. while the whole truth is that you were deceived or were so... so don't care much about what they will say about you. you now see the haters' gloating looks at you.. You have to gloat over you... and those who have always hated you.. Now it seems to them that it is their chance to heal you while you are alone wrestling with life alone, but before you collapse in front of the torrent of their anger and the drops of their hatred that drips poison aiming its arrows towards your body.. let me suggest you that You ask them a question. .it may shock or confuse them. .and though I know that the patchwork is more than carefree on the heart and more abundant than the melted salt in the oceans. .but nevertheless your question will remain a lump in their hearts and a thorn in their throats. .when they say to you, my dear, with sarcasm and scorn and with confidence. Foolishness, arrogance and blind arrogance that you are the one who left your guardian... the guardian of your grace and the one who takes care of you Just because you searched for him and did not find him. .then you claimed that he does not exist and he did not respond to you or your call. As if you wanted that and hoped for it perhaps without realizing or feeling..Tell them, my dear, that you have indeed searched for him everywhere with all seriousness and with all sincerity and dedication.. Answer them And tears are dripping from your eyes, that you wished that you were wrong in your certainty or your belief, as they claimed. . You wished from the bottom of your heart to find him smiling in front of you with lofty and pride mixed with tenderness and kindness. . His pardon and forgiveness. but unfortunately he let you down He did not and will never come... and that when you were listening to the groans of homeless, hungry, tormented children without any sin they had committed, you searched for him there, for his heart might please them, to salute them, for their pain, and why not, he is always merciful. . but unfortunately you did not find him there. At first I was shocked. .! I was dumbfounded. why?! Because you had always trusted in him in his greatness, in his justice and in his mercy. .but suddenly you did not find him among these sick. hungry children, so you said to yourself, I will not despair. I will continue to search. you have always found justifications and excuses for him, and you are looking for patches to face the storm of denial. .. Your denial of Himself and His existence ... So I went to where these poor, starving, afflicted with pain. . You may find it among them, but also this time I was disappointed! Surprise killed you!!!, I slaughtered you from vein to vein with its cruelty. .and I made you taste bitter with its bitterness, so you ran without thinking, and before you took a decision that would change your life line, the path and destiny,, and stood at the door of this or that prisoner. A crime committed by others. .only because he is weak, poor, poor, or does not have any evidence of his innocence..!!! Why didn't he find someone to do it?!! 

Rather, say why is the ruling in his favour postponed indefinitely?! Is there a just judge who decides cases with integrity and conscience? Where is the justice and mercy in that?!.. and when she cried asking for an answer.. she did not find an answer or an answer..!!! You also did not find it there!!!,,, and when I realized that it does not exist and it did not exist!!!!!! 

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa To this degree a person can be deceived!!! A to this degree a person can misunderstand!!!! A. To this degree, a human being can steal all his life in front of him while he is unconcerned, unaware. he stands like a cold statue watching his stolen years of life while he is satisfied, indifferent!!! Now tell me. . after all this and that. how will the shamans respond to your question??! Do they have an answer? Or are they truly haters and persistent in lying...But I hear your voice now from inside you now and you say to yourself: His door when you knocked on it did not open because it was simply not yours or anyone else's one day! and that he is gone from your life forever because he simply did not It wasn't a book, it was just a fake page in the book of life, and I folded forever.. and I also add my voice to yours and tell you: Remember that some stories have ended because your true story did not It begins after ... Some opportunities are lost, but who finds great, Some pains are long, because the time of your next happiness must be purified by pain and pass through a dark tunnel covered with the bitterness of cactus and bitterness passed ... Do not worry about this betrayal, it will end and pass through the time of oblivion ... And as Mark Twain said: The more I know people, the more I love my dog... And as the master (Osho) said: The majority are made up of idiots.. Be careful of the majority and the majority, the truth comes to individuals and not to crowds.

Written by: Manal Khalil

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