CHAPTER I
It is now nearly midnight .. I don’t know why I am here ,or why I am walking now in the streets at that late time .. I don’t care any more , Why should I care about any thing ? Because of tomorrow ?
there is no tomorrow where I live , It is considered a surprise for me to live that long already , most of my friends didn’t live to reach that age .
What is that?!!!
I see very bright light .. Strange !!
What is happening to me , I feel like I want to sleep .. I cant control it , I am getting asleep now .
Chapter II
Suddenly I woke up, I feel a strange feeling, I feel like every bone in my body was reconstructed .
Oh my god .. what is that headache?
What happened to me ? I don’t remember any thing ,who are those two persons ? and what are this strange clothes they are wearing ?
They looks like they came from ancient time .
One of them is now waking up , he is looking at me ,he said some thing in Arabic , but not my Arabic .. strange he is talking classic Arabic , like that Arabic I hear our neighbor use some times with his students .. I never joined Them using that accent .
The second one is waking up too , they are talking to each other and looking at me .. They seems now nervous to any movement I do .
How could I be that stupid ? every thing is different now , Roads are not the same ,houses are like that we see in museums .
It is Past , I am in past now ? I have to talk to them and tell them who I am .
But … I don’t know who I am !! What can I tell them ?
should I tell them that I am some one who lost every thing ? even his dignity ?
tell them that I cant say no ?
Cant say truth ?
cant express my self and tell all the world what I really think of their doings??
Tell them that when I see one of my brothers get killed I just stand still waiting for my turn ?
They looks very handsome , have clean and nice clothes , They can talk well , you can feel their strength from their voice , they look confident , and can do what ever they like ,Say truth without being afraid of any one , They are not afraid to fight intruders or die trying .
Did you recognized me now ? I am The Arab countries ,full of shame now ,and they are my past ,What I was one day .. when Men where measured by their situations , And dignity was Our first priority .
When our leaders where caring only about how to make us happy , how to keep us strong , how to make our country The best one between others .. when our tradesmen weren’t our thief who steal from us, when our police man wasn’t the criminal who torture us, when our army was protecting us not just staying there useless while enemy is killing my people just for fun .. When we were all Arabs, no matter for which country we belong ,when we were all acting as one.
Now the best thing we can do it to talk , nothing but talking and take no action .
Alone In The Dark!!
