How will today be different from any other day if I come here, scribble a little poem on humanity/ structure of the world/ the us/ say a word or two that won’t make sense to many? Whatever I do, today is not going to be any different (even if I am crowned as the king). The purpose of this being is so little, I am amazed at how we magnify it, compartmentalise needs, shove in hatred, introduce excess love, boredom, wisdom, expectations, pressures, excitement, also the willingness. We do a lot to decorate our stay on earth as humans and are consciously never satisfied. Well, I do not disagree with we, mostly because I do not have an opinion to share. I will do what I can, write a small story.
There once was Ibrahim, who had a wife and a kid and another two kids. Ibrahim was adventurous and liked to taste the juices of the fruits of life. His kids were all of a kind and so was his wife, silent. Ibrahim with his family went out on an unplanned expedition; his family was silent enough to never ask any questions. There were deserts, oceans and hills in the journey. There were leopards, vultures and whales. Ibrahim collected small souvenirs from wherever they visited while his family followed him. Finally, he got tired and told everybody that they would go back home. Everybody agreed. They ate oranges, onions and dates. They wore wool, cotton and lace.
They reached home. Ibrahim had no friends so he decided to distribute the knick-knacks amongst his co- travelers. He gave each one of them five pieces but gave his wife an extra. The wife felt loved and smiled. All of them kept their gifts together in a wooden box above an old cabinet.
Ibrahim drank a lot of wine, smoked a lot of hookah, played many sports, danced a lot to Arabic tunes, wore a lot of grand clothes, looked seldom at his wife and died very young. The kids and the wife grieved together and later decided to revive memories by opening the now dusty wooden box. They were surprised to see 22 pieces of leather canvas with human like features on them. They put the pieces together like they would of a jigsaw puzzle and found Ibrahim's face painted on it (almost like real). The wife stitched the pieces together while the kids framed the canvas and hung it on the wall next to the old cabinet. They held hands, drank wine and danced in front of the artifact.
~ The End ~
