Still I remember my first week of secondary school. Sometime eleven years ago, before knowing it all, sitting alone on my desk, when a skinny pale faced tall guy said hi to me introducing himself,”my name is Othman, I’m in the 8th grade”, he said. He’s been in this school a year longer than I did so assuming he had some experience as the chat was going, I asked him in a gullible manner for advice about how to cope with the intellectual badass nerds I was with in the same class. He never answered my question, instead he came up with the most irrelevant statement. “Ali, don’t ever play with older guys, I once did and I got a good kick in the butt for it.” he said. The ambiguity of that kept me in a good distance from him afterwards.
As the year was coming to an end, during the final exams, I saw young Othman running around all alone as he always used to be. As I was walking out of the main entrance of the school, I wanted to do something about it, considering his agony, I intentionally made a remark about poor Othman, strongly anticipating his reaction, soon enough, I got a good kick in the butt. I turned my head, Young Othman was running away across the path and I kept moving on my way with a smile on my face.
This journal is of no significance. Random memories of random events at times are only good for a metaphor for us to use in our way to reflect on life.
After all this time now, I guess it is hard to comprehend that eventually everyone of us, including myself, will become “Othman” at some point in life without being able to help the irony of it. For Othman takes no shit from no one. Othman finds it extremely difficult to stand neutral on a buffer zone, Othman is so weak, he prefers subjectivity for it has prevailed over objectivity long time ago, Othman is full of shit.
P.S: Othman is a fictional name for a real character.
Daily Statement turns 2 today.
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Hello dear, I appreciate your asking, take care of yourself as well.
I don’t find it convenient using words like “long” and “eventful” in my attempts to describe my relatively short life whenever the older-generation folks tell me about their stories. During the past 11 years, the shape and the fate of my country have taken many wild turns where some might prefer to use the “getting off the rails” entitlement as a bottom line for every conversation they encounter in their everyday lives, reflecting on how things have turned out to be so far while showing the least signs of hope.
Sectarianism evolved in an overwhelming manner, independence seemed to be a hard endeavor to achieve, people seem to be no longer interested in standing on the same distance from every side of the story, detainees eventually have the authority of shaping your future in a land where sovereignty looks so vulnerable.
While looking back at the past decade, I still find it hard to swallow such a gimmick (if that was the case),leaving me with mixed feelings of uncertainty whether I’m being blessed for making it after all these years sound and sane, or am I cursed for witnessing the loss of our beloved ones. Whichever, is a matter of perspective in the end of the day.
It’s been a while here on my desk. Neon lights are always lit in this room. the monitor light of my PC lights the room for a change sometimes, I always seem to be turning my head to the left to see the window, I find out it’s dark outside, I do it again a while later but there’s a light coming through the green blinds this time. I remove my earphones for a minute to assure any sign of chirping birds, then I shuffle back through the rhythm again.
Ain’t it funny you just don’t mind the clock? not as you used to be before at least. After all you don’t find much of a difference between AM and PM when you use the initials to distinguish between both, or maybe just a simple turning of the head to the left would be the case.
Wondering when it’s high time for those Neon lights to find rest in darkness eventually.
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