Ouarzazate, Morocco
Every year at this particular time I stand up and wake
all of my normal senses up to assess my 356 days
which I am going to wave farewell goodbye in a
few minutes to come.
Absolutely I do not remember days one by one. Yet, my
memory strongly keeps the vital and significant events in its rooms. As it is classified by psychologists, always
there are two different kinds of rooms: the first one is specialized for bad,
negative, brutal and pessimistic impacts while the second one is specialized
for good, positive, kind and optimistic events.
Recently I was sitting on a black rock meditating far away from my native race (humans),
sometimes trying to grasp how fast years do vanish one after another in
unlimited speed, and some other times trying to understand that it’s the
obvious way of living and I should take it for granted.
After all, I admit I confess and I feel bad and I regret:
-for all those children who die because of hunger in
many parts of the globe whereas the minority
dives into a deluxe life.
-for all those innocent refugees who were obliged to
leave and forsake their homes with bare feet
because of wars and single-narrow-minded ideologies.
-for all those country people who are freezing now
because of severe winter, snow and floods that separate them from the outside and
make them isolated for long tough days and nights.
-for all those teacher-trainees who are victims of the
two black decrees and who are protesters in an open strike in front of parliament.
-for all lovers who are suffering quite a lot from
living apart each other because of work, politics,
poverty and boundaries.
For all mothers and fathers who lost a part of their
dreams (a son, daughter, or any other close relative).
In the meantime, I wish only one wish: that all the
above mentioned notes come to an end and all of the human
race could live in harmony, peace and love.
Happy New Year!
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