through countless years, a lazy life series

Sunday, July 22, 2007

My Karma

In my last life I was a farmer in India, working all day long in spices fields, for some very basic living, but you always been there with me, amusing me when am working, staying with me in my long nights .. my loyal dog, you always been my best friend.
The life before I was a miner in some coal mines in west of Russia and east of Europe and you also were there always with me, protecting my life, the bird I always kept in the cage, your life-time small prison but you never tried to run away, or hesitated smelling those poisonous gasses and warm me with your lovely voice.. you were there for me my friend.
And the life before , in the middle centuries back in Africa I was working on a ship moving goods in the large sea, alone, cleaning the ship rack all day long but once again, you were there a fish swimming by my boat all day long, I used to feed you every time I get my meal, I always enjoyed looking at you and talking to you despite the fact that you never understood me, you've been my friend.
I was there to see my soul being divided into tow parts, you were a small part of my soul , you always been there next to me in my following lives you kept growing and growing each time, before that I never remembered how did I live, and am sure it wasn't a good life at all because you were missing.
And now, you are my best friend and am always with you and I cant live without you… some times a change is important, even if it will break your soul, it might be the best thing that could happen to you :)

I would like to breath again

Writing my first blog here in my home land of tulkarm in Palestine , it feels so great I wanted this blog to be something special but I think typing it in my home land is special enough.
My home land , my childhood and my dreams, my life .. every thing around is just beautiful, it feels so alive to be here, I really feel like am breathing again, how much beautiful are the moments I spent in here when I was a child , even the hard times like when I used to work at dad's farm collecting chicken eggs or grapping orange fruits and selling them at the market, or the fun times like when we used to run away from school with friends and go to mountains to hunt some snakes or grab some fruits, and even on holy days we used to go there for BBQs.
The breath of my city was the first thing i breathed ever when i was born, and I would love to breath again .. be a child again , just live here again !.