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The Dry Land
He began with this word ' Reinterpretation ' His mind never enabled to get rid from this word. It is not only a word, it is an horrible concept or at least it is an axiom or epitome of his lifetime. Thomas really lost in this odd and strange world. Thomas lived for thirty years in a country never looked like a country or a state but kind of brutal wood, which the superior one ruled the humble. Moreover, it is not only socially, but it is universally; about everything physically and spiritually belonged to mankind. Thomas lived in Iraq, then in every place. Who are we? He thought.
Are we controlled? Also he thought. He assumed that some mysterious reply would come, unfortunately nothing has come.
Is our life predestined? By someone mighty or by us? This was the most crucial question. He was deep in thought, he tried at times to get to an answer even if it seemed skeptical. "Anon I would know, maybe if I died soon, but what if someone else _ not only one but so many _ asked the same questions, who is the one whose answer would seem skeptical or clear, or brainwashing?" That what Thomas wrote in his memo, after the explosion that killed both of his wife, and his three sons and one daughter, who were in the market when a vile and inclement terrorist bombed himself among the people. Thomas' whole family has been annihilated by an ignorant, benighted, uneducated, and brainwashed man, whose claims are saying that he is killing the enemies and the unrighteous sect. Anyway this explosion has happened amidst so many other dreadful and dark explosions which mowed down thrice the number that happened last month. "Why are we created and sent to this place? _ the earth _. Why are we sent to here, while after a while we will be either burnt or rewarded by heaven? What is the purpose of all this play, the comedic and tragic play in here?" Thomas wrote that added to what he penned down in the beginning of his memo, of course he was writing these lines weeping and cursing his whole life. He is alone now, no one runs inside the house, no sound of TV, no humming came out from the children's room. They were six-member family, now there is a family of one member; is there any family consist of one member? It is insane. Anyone could feel his feeling? I am asking you. Of course only who witnessed his fate, and I hope no one lived in such miserable eternal moments like him. Darkness and loneliness. Thomas was Christian man and his belief were so tight, now he lost his faith, not because of the cataclysm he faced but because of the tragic situation of mankind all over the world. He can still remember the early days when he went outdoors with his family _ his live family _ went to the parks and to the recreations spending mirthful times there. But nowadays he is witnessing the earthly hell, not happily at all but with heart full of grief.
Eleven years later, Baghdad sounds calm but empty. There are people everywhere but it sounds empty though. He could not go outdoors since he lost his five hearts in the civil war, which its princes are dead now, he wish he could face them today and ask them why they killed these people knowing there will be an end; of course they predict no demise for their leading vile souls. He can remember the names of these princes, one who always stands before medias throwing out his meaningless speech, another one was interesting in oratorio; whose men were ruling the street of Baghdad, and the most grotesque that Al Qaeda has disappeared or it has been expired for five years ago. All these princes disappeared and replaced by peaceful princes in appearance and evil inside. Thomas like many others are waiting them to show their real nature and set fire again in the state of dead. Yeah Thomas feels that this state is only for dead, because it was built on the corpse of innocents, and of five-million annihilated within his family. Thomas was so sad and despondent, he cannot decide where to live, the war transformed to the neighbors and it was in its early days, so it will take so long time to reach the end of it. He cannot emigrate to Europe nor to Australia, the only thing he can do, to continue writing his memo. What a memo! He feels that every day is like the coming one, in the first six years, everyday attached with numbers and places, of course the numbers were the dead people, and the places were the scene of crime, he detected that when he gets back to the first page of 2003, the second six years were also same days, same event, similar occasions and similar formal speeches of a hundred of leaders in the public concerned the poverty and the rebuilding of the state, the suffering from no means and no aides, of course because the neighbors were weltering between wars, civil wars, locals anarchies and many other unsolved fatal social issues. Thomas cannot imagine the situation of this desert he is living, the two famous rivers which crossed Baghdad are dry now, no green trees and no grass, no buildings on the both rivers' banks, nothing at all, the sight of the country reminded him of Afghanistan and its barren mountains. This is Iraq nowadays, he barely can get bread and some vegetable for his poor meal. Electricity was something technological, now there is fire and the flame of candles, pen and paper. He was broken-hearted, he and every one lived the 2000s, Thomas wept enough, his tears never heal the wounds of the Arabia nation, but it triple the problem, he learned that tears were not good for a problematic life he had and the country too; the rain falls upon the dry land, every drop was the nation vain tear on what happened before. Murders died, innocents died, the state died, righteous died, hypocrites died, and nothing remained but only the dry land. "Linda, my wife, Isaac, Ibrahim, Fadi, and Sarah, I miss you all, I am happy you are not living these painful days, I am sad I did not die with you in that horrible day, I am sad for our nation, it was a nation indeed, yeah it was, and it will never come back." With these piquing words Thomas finishes his memo. He smashes the pen under his foot, and hides the memo under the woody ground, then goes to the same window that he used to watch out from it the sight of the city which faded away day after day until there was nothing to watch out, but only the gifted rain that comes from the mighty God who created the damned Adam and Eve; Is this rain the point of new beginning? Thomas' mind goes deep in thought.
The End
On 19 Jan, 2007 [/englishtext]
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