Every morning, we wake up, and live another day, some of us go to school and some to work, we are satisfied but not happy… as we believe that we are not supposed to live such life as human beings. But unfortunately, we rarely risk trying something new, because every time we do, we pay it, and you can imagine how, so no one really dares to.
And although this rough life, we keep dreaming of a better day, when we can judge the oppressors, erase sadness and pain, build decent schools and hospitals, develop our countries and work daily for a nicer world. We are always waiting for that day, when we are all equal, when we share love and happiness, and live in peace and harmony, no wars no conflicts and best of all no pestiferous at all.
Because we believe that we were not born to struggle for the lead, we were not born to kill children` aspiration or to blow strenuous endeavours to improve away in the name of human rights. We are supposed to throw all these infantile thoughts away, and work to turn desolate lands into paradises; we should pick each other up, and keep the minimal beat of a constant desire. We should stop the bleed and misery and take off hatred and anger as it is our duty to spread peace and to be tolerant and helpful.
But once we attempt to take these dreams out, and share them with the world, they try to pull us down; they tread our hopes and shatter our ambitions. So we are standing tall but alone, in front of a whole world with a tremendous power, only to knock our will to change down… we hold our breath and keep counting the seconds until they shoot us down again, yet they will never break our determination, or make us bow, we will always survive it somehow.
They have left a hollow where our consciences should be, to oblige us not to carry on weaving our lofty wishes that are still hidden in our deep inside, to let oblivion call them, and make them fade out. Sometimes, it seems like they have already dug our graves, and they are waiting until we fall down to bury us, -but we will never ever do-. They pour salt on the open wound and stand side by side with the killers, instead of holding our hands and treat injuries. At that moment, they look all the same; all of them are murders anyway.
We are always in strife with those people, not as we want to, and not as they do never lift us up when we are lost in a winding path that leads to nowhere, but as they catch fire and flame beneath our feet, and bring darkness and smoke from above. They are so endowed with attacking defenceless people and take us as an aim, but all their bullets toward our hopes always ricochet off our rusty armours.
So now, we will keep sheltering our dreams, guard them with our bloodshot eyes, and wait for their misty fate, not because we are scared of facing hope` buriers, but because we are so tired of showing them up, and they confine them again…
But they must know that it is our right as human beings to make our lives live up to the required level. It is our right to study, recover, work, and develop our land; it is a right before being a duty, to share creating a prettier future.
Oh, how pathetic and selfish you are, you always pretend that you want the good for this earth and the humanity, while you are killing youth` passion to strive to change themselves and their environment, as you are afraid that someone else, someone younger, wiser and more capable will one day drive you out.
It is a promise that we will always struggle peacefully, we will never have enough, and we will always, always have something to give, because we will always be grateful, not to those people, but to this beautiful world, our beautiful world.
Norhane Chadli
July 2014
