There’s No Oasis in the Desert
Skies that turning dark, possibly the heavy storm will come. Storm that will not make you damp, I heard a strident blowing of the wind. Life in a desert is similar to a sand storm; you will not know how dreadful will cause you.
First time I step on this deserted land, in my heart and mind I pledge my dreams a dream that I know will confiscate all the burdens of my life. In the glass window, I clearly saw the sea - a sea that didn’t make any noise from its water. Every day there’s all men under the heat of sun or shivering cold of day working in the ground. And the sound from the mother tongue of different people made me hearing-impaired.
In a gloomy night I didn’t see the stars, stars that at least will give you light for the darkness of your path. Seasons that the tamar tree will bear it fruits. Then suddenly I heard different voices, but how I will distinguish it from laughter’s or cried? From a roof top I saw a men howling for pain and constantly mentioning Allah’s name. What is the feeling when your body is burning in fire? Bliss on lips to the ladies whose selling there flesh. No range of age from your sister, mother and grand mother. What is the complement for all this?
A man begging for some money, who will give to a person who’s actually fit, first you will refuse, but when he turned he’s back and you saw that one of his hand was broken. You will lend him any amount that you can give.
You need to learn how to fight for your own survival, no matter what it’s up to you what way you will walk. It’s not because of earning and helping the family’s you left it is also how you will handle your own self-esteem.
Every time I saw this people I feel the pain from their heart, the bliss in the lips of ladies selling flesh is not real. Money that you earned is not enough for those who lost their dignity.
Now where’s the oasis in the dessert? Every day I wake up and walk in the sand but still I cannot see the oasis.
