Photo by: Youssef Yasser
Like a forgotten classical novel, hidden in the shadows, underneath a sheer dust sheet, you are.But also like those cookies in their box that hid in the furthermost corner of the pantry and are found coincidentally.
Like an inaudible whisper amidst the loud crowd, they’re surrounded by.But also like the angry hiss of the waves beating the shore repeatedly in the calmness of the night.
Like a memory buried deep down.But also like a nagging voice at the back of their minds that they wish to get rid of.
Like the holy hours of the morning when everyone’s asleep, you are.But also the hustle of the crowded city that they’re constantly running from.
There will come a certain time when you’ll feel the urgent need to cut yourself off from people who would eternally point the guilty finger at you. They will chase you around, wishing you restlessness, while making sure to wipe your traces away.
They -my friend- are the ones you should stay away from, as they will chase you around with trouble binding onto their tails.
They tend to focus on the wrongs you do, overlooking the myriads of pleasant deeds that you’ve done and probably still are doing. They won’t miss a single chance to get you secluded in a corner laced with self-loath and endless doubt-filled ideas. They mean to shut your light, the spark that ignites you, and most of the time more than often, they attain their sadistic targets.
They fend off your misery and tears, they want you to be alone, so they could prey on you with jabbing words. When they’re with a crowd, they’ll draw out their innocent card and lure people into their false façade. You’d be guilty, they’d smile their snide malicious side-loped smile, with content filling their insides, then flutter away to destroy another’s life and esteem.
My friend, this ‘they’ kind is the exact which we were told as kids not to befriend. They’re the ones that will do their best to be left behind. They’ll claim loving and supporting you, they’ll even fake enthusiasm and joy for your baby successes, but you won’t see the real ‘they’. Buried under layers of false pretense, they lay, like a bloodthirsty wild animal waiting for its prey’s weak point to attack and feed off its whimpers and calls for help.
They, my friend, are the ones you should stay away from, for they will chase you around with trouble binding onto their tails.
You need another crowd of ‘they’, this time, however, ones that will draw you closer to delightfulness and contentment. Ones with pure hearts and beautiful souls. They will guard your back and notice your absence amidst the hustle and the bustle of the crowded city on a weekend night. They will think of how you’re doing during the early hours of the day when the world is still dreaming and softly snoring, and pick up the phone just to hear your voice.
Those “they” that will cherish your memories and treasure the whisper of your quiet presence. They’ll light up like a kid on Christmas day when they’re spending even the shortest time with you. They will cherish you like an authentic classical novel, that no matter how much it ages, it will eternally hold an aura of warmth, affection and an unbreakable bond. Most importantly, they will terminate the cycle of trouble which the first ones have thrown on to your shoulders.
Edited by: Ahmed Abd El-Aal