On The Bridge
Standing on the bridge I look around to see that hundreds of people are in a mess. I look on my left to see people drunk and fighting with blood pouring off their heads and noses. I look on my right to see extreme racist people bullying each other. I look down to witness that people are gambling, raping, robbing, dancing and busy with their lives. I look at the far end corner of the street to see an old man and his wife witnessing all this but still silently enjoying their cup of tea. I look on the road to see the busy cars ignoring all these people and rushing to their destinations.
All this stops my breath for a second and makes me think is this the day of judgment. As the cool breeze makes my body shiver my thoughts flip to another side where I think I should go and stop these people for fighting, gambling…I should stop this racism among them but why am I not as helpful as before. Why am I not spreading my hand out to a stranger who I have never known is in need of a help? Where is my humanity? Why am I not spreading the message of love replacing the lies?
But then my heart stops and my mind takes over it telling me walk your way don’t look back and mind your own business. What have you got for being kind? Be kind to your self and the people who deserve to be kind with. As I fall down in pain I look at the far left corner of the road to see a friend is in need of help. I get up forgetting my pain move two steps forward to spread my hand for help then stop for a second. I look at the right to see my car parked on the road side waiting for me. I look at the left to see my once so called friend in pain that I have always helped in life but always got pain. It’s hard to choose my path but I ignore the world and its troubles, sit in my car drive crossing the bridge heading to my destination.
**The above is related to my life. Its not a story from a book. Its what I poured out of my heart yesterday at 4pm. El7emdella I am very happy in life : ) . Pouring out what one has in him is always good.