Arrival to Wonderland
Life is pointless, even being absent is. I spent my last 3/52 (3 weeks) in 6 feet under hole, just next to rats, insects, worms, manure, and other brothers in earth. Now it’s time to undo and dig to the surface as a new soul is invading my body. I’m shedding the coffin pieces over my flesh. I’m feeling like a mummy, yet a well dress one. I wipe out the dust and clean the sand from my new clothes. Well, I’m dressed very great by them for a purpose, we may mention it later.
When first rays of sun meet my eyes, I close them. It’s very shiny and burning. In one eye blink I can remember everything had happened. I’ve been taken to the other realm. To be more specific, I paid it a visit without an invitation. The population there is massive and hugely over inhibited. I couldn’t find a place to linger there. Everybody was staring to me in disgust. They are really sick of new comers. I stayed there dazzled; they are not different than me, to tell the truth we are very alike, like twins. I couldn’t understand what is happening, until a little different young child stopped and told me: “These all are you.” The boy was dressed in very fancy clothes, while I was in a casual, below the average t-shirt, jeans, and sandal.
A day later, the same boy, or another clone of him came and took me with him inside a hole. The hole opened into the sky. I could see some clouds, some rain angels, Zeus, and the fellows. The kid told me that we have one chance in each form we live. All the Ahmeds I’ve seen earlier represent me for one moment of life. If a cat has 7 souls, then apparently I have more than 7 billion soul. Each soul is wasted every moment it lives. However, as they’re sick of human and their endless trails to come to the later life kingdom, I shouldn’t stay there for long. Karma is taking place this time as I abused my earlier chance, also for that I was bad guy, I’ll be sent in worse form.
So, here I’m dressed in a Burberry shirt, with folded sleeves to show the pattern of Burberry texture. I am wearing a Diesel jeans that at least costs something around 700 riyal, and I’ve never dreamed of wearing such. Also, gosh I have a pair of Gucci shoes; it’s not from china town, and it makes me fly from happiness. I’m outfitted just like the child I’ve seen upstairs. They kept my Emporio Armani eye glasses, still this thing hasn't changed. I can’t understand what a worse form they put me into. No argument that human beings are the worse form to be created into. We have needs; these needs drive us crazy to satisfy. We have brain, working brain, which analyzes every minor thing. Abu Bakr, the first Caliph preferred to be created as a camel, hopeless and helpless. It’s about the idea of free will, even if some of my friends argue that we can’t decide it. I think we can force our free will on others, regardless of we can practice it by ourselves.
What makes me worse than before? I could figure that after 18 years, when I met somebody who looks like previous Ahmed. First, I spent my life seeking for fame through shoes and ass kissing to have money to buy more shoes. I have a huge collection of Fendi, Gucci, Versace, Burberry, LV, Prada, Channel, Valentino, Lomar Thobe, and Pierre Cardin shoes and other clothes. There’s also a little secret about my clothes, I desired once or twice to buy my underwear from Victoria Secret. I tried to change my eye glasses to cavalli one, but the old one is fixed on my face. I don’t care to be called the shoes man or the "shoes ass". Mr. Bush is not better than me as I don’t mind people throw shoes on me to collect it. Anyway, the “somebody” told me: “a man whose core is only expensive shoes and glimmers appearance is only worth his shoes and appearance.”
Honestly, since I’ve started my new life, I have been busy all the time. I can’t find any minute to do anything except for shaving my face to be more like an ape, spending hours in malls to find a new expensive goods, seeking attention, and ass kissing. How silly Ahmed was in his previous life. This is my current life. Good bye Ahmed. I left you in the graveyard.
Regardless the rubbish I just mentioned earlier, which is very accurate when it’s applied on some people, I think I left Ahmed really in Riyadh. It’s like being married here, while it’s the full freedom of bachelor in Riyadh. Life here, in Qatif, along with the family, friends, community I know, and endless list of duties is really consuming. I am writing this entry on Thursday, and for 2 weeks I haven’t written anything. The 2 last articles were written in Riyadh. So, what is Riyadh for me? Is it really the place I wanna live in forever? Or It could be just the solitary life provides me with the optimal conditions of living and working. Am I lateralized after 6 years there? I guess what I fancy the most in Riyadh that I don’t have to deal with shoes asses, as well as I can freely exclude any of them once I meet.
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