Only Yours

Prologue

"Who, being loved, is poor?" - Oscar Wilde ( A Woman of No Importance)

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The rich and poor are undoubtedly not discriminated against in front of God, but they are certainly cast out by the world like the world never belonged to them. I have always wondered how the world would have been if there were no powerful or powerless, rich or poor, black or white, good or bad. I imagine people walking without toiling and eating the fruits and vegetables from the trees and plants to fill their stomachs and sleeping the night without worrying about tomorrow. There was a time like this when the world was created, as written in the Bible.

"And unto Adam he said, Because thou hast hearkened unto the voice of thy wife, and hast eaten of the tree, of which I commanded thee, saying, Thou shalt not eat of it: cursed is the ground for thy sake; in sorrow shalt thou eat of it all the days of thy life; - Genesis 3:17" - The Holy Bible

 Had Adam and Eve not sinned we would have lived those days.

But now contrary to this I see people walking around in the markets, buying, selling, and working. I see that sorrow and sin have invaded the world. I see that there is no man who is flawless. In fact, man has become a symbol of imperfection.

So has love come to the very edge of being doubted. Love is either selfish and other times so full of lust. But this should not be said for all, cause you never know.

'Can the skin of a fruit speak of the sweetness or bitterness within?'

                                                               _________________________

I am Rhea, not a Greek goddess myself, but I believe in my name. My family and I live day after day in fear. Not only us but all people here live in fear. My father who used to sweat to feed his family now works with the fear and uncertainty tomorrow holds. And my mother and I being women have to be careful not to fall attractive and alluring in the sight of men, and the soldiers walking around. Ever since our land has been surmounted by another dynasty, such is the livelihood of every person now. We live with fear. Fear of being killed and fear of being abused. Day after day we see people being pulled out of their houses or shopkeepers being struck and their shops being destroyed. I don't know what they gained out of this but my father once said to me that people who didn't submit to their orders would undergo this and that it would be better to starve than be slaughtered to death by them. God had kept us safe until this moment. 

The city that stood tall with all of its beauty, was now a bird in a cage. Beauty did not leave although it was scarred, but what was beauty while drowning in pain?  The land was crying, as it was stained with tears and blood. The Greek royalty had been destroyed and the epitome of architecture was in unknown hands. Hands of the Roman Empire. The most powerful crown of Greece, Athens, had been under the shadow of the Romans. The shadow of pain and brutality we could not escape. 

Living, calm and natural no longer deemed to be normal. Normal was beginning to resign its duties.

I never dreamt high, all I could dream of, was of saving people around me, and if God willed, to love someone and have a beautiful family with him in a beautiful house away from the crowds. Away from pain. Away from the uncertainty of living. Well, my dreams about love were to an extent impossible but I still dreamt of it. What was the loss when happiness came to you in dreams? Where you could cast the characters you want; it was the only place where you had no enemies. But my mother always told me that everyone is not blessed to have love. 

I never misremembered these words

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