I realize that at one point of my life I'll be fragile and dependent. Every time I see a man with cane, an image jumps to my vision with Ahmed into it with black hair, and a cane in his hand. Well, in some cultures, cane stands for the tool of ruling, or being in strong position. Still, a cane in my hand would be supporting my lame leg. I don't wanna act like House, but let's check what we have in common. Pain, pain, and a lot of pain. My pain is a little outside my body, a little inside my body, and a little between. Hepatotoxic and pain relieving drugs, as well is something in common. We're both drugs dependent and could be for life. I'm not sure about the knowledge or the gifted hand and mind. Yet, I have time to know what a doctor I can be. I'd flatter about being called House by doctors taught me, but still that’s not reliable. Also, I'm not sure if the pain of being strange can be included. I am seeking for a home land, for a home person, and for a home mind. It could be underestimating for a mighty person to find something or someone to contain him. So, let's assume I need the entire world to be contained beneath my wings. The legacy of a black haired man with a cane, how fancy is that. The cane of Ahmed.
-- Post From My iPhone.
