Remains of years yet to come

The first guy standing with a desperate look, unmatched clothes, and seems very careless, while the second guy is sitting next to the table full of life and the smile is permanent on his lips … turning the pages of a newspaper and looking at his friend every once and a while.

Tell me since when did we start being classified as refugees?

Since we got the chance to stay alive!

And since when did you know that I’m here in the same land that gave you this title with honors?

Smiling … since you got the chance to stay alive, and start a new one.

Mocking… new!! There is nothing new but renewed losses …it seems like you refuse to realize the extended amount of loss when you lose your own home for a new home …what a paradox !!

I can see you speak bitterly, this is not the right way to speak not for the lucky ones who survived from their burning lands!

That’s being far my friend… it’s a ladder made of swords if you stay put your wounds will get deeper, and if you climb up you’ll lose your body parts, and if you even consider climbing down, you’ll never make it alive...

Laughing… but I’m still alive cause I’m not standing on your ladder, you brought this ladder along with you from the same place we were at, where torture basements feed on human flesh just to make them admit a lie.

Yes…I can’t get rid of all that history of pain and rape easily.

What… you said rape!!

Yes…when they take control of your mind since you are very young and stuff it with their one and only political party ideology, then drag your young body to their military training camps … what would you call it? Isn’t this rape for the mind and the body!!??

I agree with you, it was a hard stage back then .when they used to ride on your shoulders whether you are awake or sleeping squeezing your heart day and night, that was a jail, not a homeland.

No…no it was home but in a difficult stage …it’s my home and yours, don’t you forget how hard we worked to change it.

Mocking….and what happened, what changed !! please….. just let it go

Anyhow, we are only strangers *pointing at the audience* how many of those knocked on your door to visit you ?!

Very few … but it’s only a matter of different customs and traditions nothing more.

Firmly…. Why are you denying that you are a stranger here?

And What were we in our homeland, weren’t we a class of society a lot wanted to get rid of? we usually demanded rights that will never be given to us, defended a lifestyle that was fought under many different labels …weren’t we strangers even in our own homeland?!

Well, Life was strange … it was a chain of wars, all made under the name of the country that they never really asked if it needed all of this, they gagged its mouth with a flag and spoke on behalf of it.

I don’t want to remember that, we were like slaves our whole life was confined between the helmet and military boots and a chain of orders given by the God Idol from the capital dragging us to unknown disasters.

But this idol fell down

But the idol servants are still over there, and from our fears, they will build another idol, aren’t you afraid of them? would you like a return to the republic of fear ?! where nightmares are lurking in the beautiful dreams to put an end to them …Do you really miss that painful history and you can’t see all the peace surrounding you !! look at the faces of those people listening to us how relaxed and unconcerned they are … can’t you find in that a home for you ? for how long you will keep living in your life remains waiting for a miracle to happen.

Do you belong to this homeland so you can give to me as an alternative home ?!

We belong to our principles and where ever we find them that means we found our home.

And what about all that heritage we brought from our society? what about our roots? Can we live without roots ?! I admit when I was at Home I was convicted to death but still I was alive… today I feel dead but convicted to stay alive.

Please stop this philosophy or you will infect me with your depression, can’t you see we are starting a new life all we need is hope and strength nothing more?

You want to stick to your beliefs like mud sticks to the bottom of the swamps …you are just too afraid to dig deep inside of you so that your old home won’t show up, with all of its wounds and suffering, and that will end your dream of a new home…. and maybe you are afraid that you won’t find anything neither old nor new home and then you will be lost.

You are making me afraid of myself !!

but you’re the one who said that our home is a big prison and a republic of fears where we make idols to worship them.

But I’m human and life full of options, i have the right to choose.

That’s true, you have the right to choose but not to decide.

I don’t understand, what’s the difference?!

Choosing this land to stay on is only a choice but to decide it as homeland is questionable.

Why not !!

pointing to the audience* ask them if they need people like us, ask them if they need retired revolutionaries or people who had been pushed by fear and pain to come from places behind the seas and stick on their land and declare it as homeland later on …yes ask those people staring at you right now all the questions that you couldn’t find an answer to by yourself, and when they do answer you, you will know for sure whether you are going to live in a home or in exile.