a reminder

To our good friend Abu noor,

Thank you for reminding me of my serious situation for I am that guy in the wheelchair who gets those spasm attacks and I am in the line to die. And I haven't done anything bad and I didn't cooperate with the conqueror or the freer.


I don't know why I am going to be taken away back into dust, I don't know how and I don't know when. And when I do I will definitely lose everything I have, even my broken back. And all the beautiful things that are in front of my eyes. I will also lose the sun and the moon, the stars and the sky, the earth and everything that grows on it. I will also lose so many that I love and love me. I will become nothing after I mulch away into the ground. Just a little bit of dust unknown, unrecognized, insignificant.


Hopefully, some flowers will grow out of my dust. And maybe a good healthy laughter of someone who understood how much I enjoyed this life and how well I lived it. You see, thank you for reminding me of that serious situation most unwanted.