The waiting to departure is the hardest feeling which makes Hussan different from others .Hussan sees everything in a dissimilar way , he has talked to himself since he approached forty, always heave sighs as if the weight of the world lies on his shoulder , saying” it's time to stop before the end of the road , to ponder a lot.
Hassan’s eyes as same as others, but he looks at things in his own way .He focuses on the vanished things deeply .Such things inspire him swiftly , for instance he gazes at smock of cigarette how it flies arbitrary and vanished quickly , or planes when they take off and vanished nicely, or trains set out crying from its heavy burdens till they disappear from the sight.
He lingers more than usual in wrecked ships as well as cars . Oh , poor things , they are treated by him as if they are beings .He wanders between and around the wreck. Trying to find out the puzzle of his end, how ?where? and when it will be? he doesn’t know where he is going !but he is in his way despite his misgivings . Rudely reminded of life's serious issues occupies his mind , He gets his unfair share of life which left many scars The scares are yet to recover. Hassan once stand and dress unseen thing as if he’s a mad man “The secret of life has been revealed to me since my early years . So , please destiny , I don’t need you to whisper that in my ears ,I know that I am your victim “
He likes to sit in every evening , watching the sun when it is sighted on the Horizon Seeing things move slowly to their ends make him dreadful and make his imagination runs away with him. He is always scared of last stations as he thinks that it is a vanished point .
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mitran@Thank you for your nice comment. Yes I have a best friend whose name is Hussan . He is a kind man .You are intelligent mitran.
Suri@ I like such kind of writing . For me ,it is like a release of sighs . Thank you for reading and commenting .I feel glad to see your nice comment.
noaslpls @ Are we really the victim of our own destiny? Yes , most of us feel like that ,We were born and we had no choice .There was someone who chose the time and place . We were grown up and many circumstances had participated to form our personalities ,we did not choose the circumstances but we forced to accept them . We had married but not women or men that we loved because as there were many hinders which prevented us ..but we still walked on our road because life was one-way street. There was no way led us back . We would be die sooner or later and there were no choice to select the date or place ..
Whatever we faced we should go on… up to vanished point .
Thank you so much for nice comment , Really feel honored by your thoughtful comment
I know Anele , you like the wise man when he expresses his usual pondering thoughts .You know ,his ragged road has already exhausted him .
No matter how much effort you try to avoid a certain circumstance or person, if it is fate that speaks strongly, you will remain bonded to that circumstance or person
Those thoughtful sentences sum up my post hahah .
I like the poem , it is so nice .Your are perfect when it comes to choose topics or photos .Thank you very much my dear friend .
He is in your photo on FB, right? Ya, reading your blog and I can recognize...how much close friendship that you both have. Thanks for sharing.
Are we really the victim of our own destiny? We can be the victim of our own destiny, or we can be the survivor of our own destiny. I like to think it is all in our own mindset. I like to think that I refuse to be a victim, even just for my own destiny.