Ilham AFREJ is an undergraduate student at ENCG (Ecole Nationale de Commerce et de Gestion), Agadir. She is specialised in International trade. Writing articles is her passion.
Agadir, Morocoo
You
are hilariously shocked to the fact of getting stabbed and
totally surprised at being killed by the same
poison again. You vividly remember yourself dancing
half naked in rhythm with your favorite song, exhaustingly murmuring in front
of your fearful soul, unconsciously embracing a myriad of stars while circling
round yourself and witnessing your death alone.
You are engaged in a war
which started on a sunny day years ago but ended
abruptly once the masks fell down! It tears you apart;
you keep struggling like a stupid clown in a
comic tragic play written eagerly by your own hands and your euphoric state of
mind in a cloudy night. It annoys you that you’ve put in lots of efforts but
only damaged your brain! How manfully you tried to understand and how boldly they
pretended to be happy! It
is happiness based on nothing but little big lies, a happiness which vanishes once you’re close to
discovering the truth, but you could see nothing
due to your myopia! It is some kind of joy mingled
with rusted pain, deeply stored in your pathetic heart! You’ve done everything to save yourself from the
enemies of your biggest enemy, but how could you maintain a relationship sentenced
to death? How could you not find the truth until it hurts and there is no
looking back? Still you sail in the miserable ocean
of your naughty ideas, and you’re thrust into the blazing fire of your unreliable thoughts! Still you disgust this alarming humiliation of
betrayal, and you regret respecting and honoring
yourself. Still, you won’t budge; you become
perfectly used to sitting in front of your scars and bruises joyfully talking
while drinking a cup or two of bitter intense coffee hoping to heal what’s left
of your soul.
You forgave,
for the name of love! But those who believe they could own you merely by
uttering carelessly those words with no depth, nor meaning, surely know nothing
about it! All you did wrong was giving fully your heart, and then it was handed
back to you, sliced in one of the most attractive
packages. How could it not be, and you’re the
one who fed them affection, attention, care, generosity, kindness, tenderness,
and trust! Your
recompense should be in their eyes to find pleasure in being eaten! But you don’t
enjoy such cheap privilege. They were thirsty vampires who
only master the art of absorbing filthy blood, but
not a drop of it circulates in your body and mind. They
act as if they care but have the worst
intentions of all! They are the ones who deserve
less the blessings of love!
Your loss was
perhaps expected, you know, but you’re quite disappointed now that you have to
bitterly enjoy restoring your heart’s puzzle!
You’re coming
back home so delighted that the war has ended! You won nothing but yourself!
You feel cold, and you’ve lost your appetite. You’ll
soon forget about your anger. You deserve a hug because it works like magic
when you’re tired. You need a shoulder upon which to cry and a lullaby to help you to rest. Heal yourself!
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