How can a race be that perfect?

I believe Angels are ... Well. Maybe I do not believe in Angels. Can a whole race be always good, always pure, always "complete". I never knew about an angel who once in its life behaved recklessly or even sinned. Why? "Because they are angels" that is what I get. My crippled mind never comprehend this fact, that a race is that faultless. They might be like humans; impressive façades. Can a race be that flawless?

I am not "dissing" Angels or any one? But, this is just a thought. Angels are good, devils are bad, Humans are neither good nor bad, aren't these stereotypes funny? I hate it when someone describes a little child or a beautiful girl as an angel. Have you ever seen one yourself? "Yes, heard about them, read about them" OK as you like, but think about it more you will find it dubious -or may for me only. It is striking how quickly can one's mind jump to conclusions.

A Chinese philosopher who is called Lao Tzu was once walking with a friend of his down a desert road and suddenly, they saw a skull. His friend expressed his pity about the dead skull. Lao Tzu retorted "How do you know it's bad to be dead?"

How can a race be that perfect?

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© Ahmad Magdy - 2009

Looks and faces make me think

Looks and faces make me think.

Looks that are as sharp as bows ready for war, or maybe bows that are not determind to fight but still they try to fool other worriars. I saw them fill the streets like posters glued to the the dingy walls. Curious, hesitent, fearful, daring. Looks that are ready to be accompanied by words at some cases and by silence at other. Ready to criticize and ready to meet any invading glance.

I think a lot about these looks and faces, and never cease to do. I look at these looks that may depress one and may make another one feel superior.

An Old man looking at young faces that are full of recklessness and unexpectedness with a tearful now-red eyes. A young girl slyly looking at handsome boys while bypassing their hungry deprived perverted looks. A woman -obviously mother- weightened by burdens helplessly concealing her fatigued eyes. A man observing the streets mindlessly shooting aimless arrows at random faces with no purpose - no purpose at all.

Wisdom is gone and life is still there, have you seen the dirty trees? Have you seen tiny rocks and ants? I have seen all of these, but I still have not seen everything on the same streets that I walk down every single day. Every day I detect plenty of new things that challenge my wondering mind, plenty of looks, plenty of phenomenans, plenty of scenes...

Yet still, looks and faces make me think.






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© Ahmad Magdy - 2009