It is raining blood

He is walking out of the house expressing sadness of the poisoned news, wondering: Why there are all these crazy fire?! . His feet led him away from the noise of the city..Flared in his heart grief sadness .. elevated the dirt on the road and walked faster in his footsteps .


He then drew his attention towards the dome of the sky calling God:

Why some people pursue a vision of directing others towards the abyss of hell? How is it possible for others to lead some humans to the volcanoes ?! 


The palm trees standing tall hearing his sadness while a refreshing air softly touches his dark sweaty face. The story began as a movie showing oppressed childhood, youth, and elders wasted by the black battles .. Ah .. Oh, Oh unjust battles! .. His body shows sign of concern covering him from head to toe. He was thinking of the children ,young people ,mothers and middle-aged and elderly people who their eyes share one common language ,tears .. Oh my tears! ..


Thousands of questions are boiling in his sad being. This is the entity that took root within his groans . The groans of millions of people who are waiting for death .. Ah ..  Burning questions conjoined spirit in the skies! .. He kept on walking while in front of him the picture of his smashed skulls of some old friends. He felt a shiver in the pores of his skin. He tried to close his eyes with his hands to remove the images of the soil in the skulls of his friends,but he could not. They are remained stuck in the depths of his memory. Full of worries and setbacks! . The most beautiful things and future goals faded away in front of him and turned into a mirage ..The visions began swinging between the fear of death of children on the side of roads, and the cells that were unjustly controlling the necks of millions from all sides.


O God send some rain!


While walking through the fields, he stumbled in his way and his head hit the trunk of a tree, which led to some angry sparks to start flying from his mouth.


Mutter: Damn you, O defeats and victories .. Then shouted loudly: victories is a one face of defeats, and defeats is having spoils at the expense of the necks of people! .. (Ah .. Ah and thousands of Ah) .. What is the point of victories if it brings defeats to the other human beings? .. Victories in this way is one of the defeats of the twenty first century. Then victories is a transition from a green oasis to a desert full of defeated human.


Continued walking in his footsteps shuffling ,then started to ask himself with a refracted heart:


Why do not we learn the songs of joy from the rustling trees? .. Why do we dive to the war and spends most of days and nights learning how to break the hearts of children who are between the arms of their mothers?


Suddenly he began repeating , I've found it .. I've found . An idea came to him quick and he felt that this idea was hanging its tails to the clouds so he needed to to pick it up from the heavy fog


After living more than quarter of a century, and after that increased of children 's crushed skulls I can conclude that Darwin's theory failed when stating : "The man was originally a monkey, and evolution of the monkey reached to be the human being that we know now!”.


That's what Darwin said, but he will say just the opposite: he now believes that that monkey was originally a human being before the evolution .. And the evolution of the human through the stages of a very long time led to become a monkey within the human that we are these days! .. Otherwise, why these human monkeys are increasing day by day to control the fate of most human beings on this planet.




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The Old woman who does not like me (Part2)

This is the old woman (Margaret); clear and shocking, but at the same time vague and blurred. She gives you the impression that there are many things taking place under the surface. She also gives you impression that she knows everything. She is peaceful and very calm, but strict to the point the she brutality extract her rights from you. In spite the fact that she passed seventy countless years ago;she is still burning enthusiasm and active. For example, she is still perseverance to walk the morning for a full hour each day, and likes watering her garden every morning by herself. She actually does everything by herself such as shopping, cooking, washing clothes, and other works that it may not be possible to a woman half her age. Margaret calls younger women the "take-aways" generation. 

Where your imagination takes you, O unhappy boy?, So the old woman suddenly asks me.


I shall answer: I am still stuck with your last question, I am still primitive in dealings with others, and the instinct for survival still in control of my decisions and my actions. People for me are still either friends or enemies. 


the old woman tells me: the truth is that most people fall between these two labels, they actually swing between them. There are no permanent friends or permanent enemies. 


I say: you are back to hunt your favorite color, painting the world in gray


she answers : gray is the absolute true, a dominant color in life, where white and black are only an optical illusion and very harmful. 


I say: Do you really think that there is absolute truth in this world?. 


she answered without hesitation: Yes ... money. Money is the main driver of events in this universe, for which actual plans are made,hatched plots, and shed blood!!. 


I say: you are living for money, then?. 


She answered: I can say I can not live without it. 


I am lost in my thoughts again thinking : Oh God how I envy this old woman and the presence of her mental clarity and fiery, she does not even need to think about the answer to any questions I asked her about the beliefs and the way of understanding life and the definition of the world . She uses a few words, but large in its meaning. Oh God, I need these words in my life. In all my social surround which I lived in more than quarter of a century, I  was forced to call things by soft titles so I do not seem defiantly disobedient and do not hurt the pride of the conservative society. 


How can this old widow only become clear with the pattern of her life? How can she be confident of her own for this. And how she can permit those convictions in front of strangers without fear of any consequences? But how can anyone in the world be confident of of knowing what they want and what they need!!!(Continued)

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