Struggles

Where I belong.

The moon shone bright over the land of darkness, whereas I kept watching it from my tent. It feels sad that it shines bright while I never feel the light, anymore.

I am not from here, I don't belong. I am actually proud of this, whom who belong here have hearts harder than steel, I think the wolves' growls are coming out of those hearts, not from the poor animals. 

I don't know what they were thinking of when the war first started. Silly people with narrow sighted hearts, they know their injustice won't last forever.

I am proud I am among fearless people, we live in harmony in a false world, where we die one after the other. I appreciate and actually amazed that I am not among the unjust. 

"أيها السادة؛ الوضع في بلادنا في غاية الألم" : "Gentlemen; the circumstances of our countries are utterly painful".
That's how wasted people describe it. I say, the circumstances only makes us stronger. We actually now apprehend the meaning of life; it is meaningless. Besides, death is worthwhile. Imagine we lived in this crap forever!

You know what, I lost my whole family, five children and their mother. They were all gone in an explosion. Since then, I knew what's patience like; it is waiting for the second meeting in Heaven. 

I personally think, and that is what we were raised on, that people's souls don't belong on earth. The luxuriant think of it the other way, and they say that we, experiencing pain and sorrow, must have known the fact that there is no afterlife. On the contrary, being in pain and sorrow makes us more adherent to the fact that we belong beyond the Heavens. 

Them people think they are in the deepest distress, they know nothing. 

I am not, however. I feel nothing no more, you know.

On a side note, trouble shows what's inside of everyone. I knew my neighbor wasn't that evil when my family died. He was there every night for me, he strengthened my determination with his dulcet words, he made feel what is it worth. He turned out fine after all these years. 

That old lady, on the other hand, that we always donated for didn't even mourn my family's death. That bitch, we gave her a lot of money, dear Lord!

I don't know how I ended up here or why I am recording this, maybe it is a moment of weakness. 

Pray for us, our remainder still didn't realize how is life valued and didn't came to that peace of mind I came to. 

We also need help, you know. We won't like this war to last forever.

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Please pray for every single person experiencing war around the world. Regardless of his race, ethnicity, or religion.