Give and Take

Apply this concept to any action in life, you will know what I mean. It can be applied to materialistic daily stuff, like money for service, also the other way round, service for money. If one day, you listen to someone's heart-rending story that lasts for thirty hours that is soaked with emotions -may be- unintentionally, you will be waiting desperately for a chance to prove to yourself that you will be heard likewise. Fair enough. Give water, take fruits. Give money, take work. Give good deeds, go to heaven.
Yet sometimes, unexpectedly, results fail you, or somehow "fool" you, life treats you with a slap on your face. You give water, yet a diseased tree surprises you with a rotten fruit. Ironically, you might give your employees cash, but they betray your confidence and do the work half-heartily. It is astonishing, is not it? But, the question is what happens when you spend hours fishing, still not a single fish colorizes your starving rod?

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© Ahmad Magdy - 2010

Leopard and hyenas

They fought off the slim leopard that caught that golden deer. How could the lonely wanderer win a fight against a group of starving hyenas? The leopard was fast, smart and light enough to capture the wonderful piece of meat, but not strong enough to defend his prize. Mouths wide open. Saliva dripping. Hyenas have the strongest jaws. They knew this fact, thus they exploited it, and the leopard knew it as well. It filled the holes of fear in its heart, this grim fact, that touched his mind and made it well aware of its inferiority. Is it a shame that leopards walk their way in the world as individuals not in groups? How fair can life be? Still, the famished swift animal paced the yellow grass feeling laughed at by the snoopy wind and the wooden haughty trees. The universe looked down upon it. Its raging glistening eyes observed a lonely zebra. It was there, red, it was even lonely, just like the lonely stalker. Lost its way. His food.



© Ahmad Magdy - 2010

The Day I Went Fishing

When I went fishing, in the middle of the sea, I could see no creature on the blue crispy carpet that extended as far as my sigh could distinguish, after the boat stopped its engine, I heard nothing. Silence- my friend- is a bless, and a horror as well. Swaying and dancing in the middle of nowhere is not the best feeling in the world, but at some times one feels it is a need to quit all the noise in the world, and to shun seeing more human faces. Very far from the boat, I saw a long stretch of tiny foggy houses and buildings. At other times, silence is threatening, when, you feel weightless, not to say insignificant. I felt so, that day. I was in a world, where creatures, which are just like us, yet maybe smaller, and smarter, live.

Do we really need the world to be quiet? Or we need to shut up a little and then go on again? I am not sure. But, like the sea, calm and tranquil when wind is easy. Yet, it is angry and devastating when wind rages. Why is our wind always raging?


I think we should ask the wind to have mercy up on us, really we should do this, very soon...

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© Ahmad Magdy - 2009

Have you ever tried to live like the sea?

Some live like birds, some like animals and some like plants, but have you ever tried to live like the sea?

Like birds, some humans have wings, a variety of kinds of birds, robust hawks, vicious eagles, magnificent flamencos, loud parrots, sensual pigeons and silly penguins. To my surprise I found out that the same theory applies to animals, humans are exactly like the different species of animals, glorious lions, huge elephants, sly snakes, wicked hyenas and stupid monkeys. Have you ever thought about it? Even plants, same as humans, differ, harmful cactuses, ambitious palms, fruitful trees and graceful flowers. It is unbelievable to notice these similarities, for me.

Have you ever tried to be like the sea? Silent, but when it is furious nothing can stop it. When it is passionate, you find ships swaying lightly, lights drawing pictures of love and romance on its surface. And when it is cheerful, you see it dancing, with waves celebrating the event splashing water everywhere; it shapes its world. Still, when depressed, you see the sea sleek, calm, motionless and smooth, as if dead...

Have you ever tried to be like the sea?

Moran Thomas The Angry Sea

© Ahmad Magdy - 2009

That is why we kill wild animals

Have you ever seen an angry Human being?

I did too. But, I never thought I will talk about it, because I -like any animal- get angry. As a poor observer, I look at The Angry being. When one is angry you see one's real carefully veiled animal, the one we hide all the time and try to cover it with one's joyful friendly attitude or strict formal demeanor. Look at an angry being, you will see what you never expected or explored before in a human being.

You see a scarlet face, as if blood boils and the whole body is about to explode violently splattering blood everywhere. Swiftly, everything progresses, sound raises, heart beats furiously like a raging sea, eyes quiver like a building during an earthquake, sounds blow from one’s mouth like gunshots. A hidden power creeps into the distressed body fueling it to push, bunch and hurt. You will be startled when you witness a peaceful human turns into a mad animal, a wild dog, a disgusting hyena.

Did you ever see an Angry Human Being? If you do, look at one closely, observe one's movements, features, actions, only then, you will know why humans hunt wild animals…

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© Ahmad Magdy - 2009

Smells

I am sure -by now- that clothes can amend looks, that might be as pleasant, but they can never cover faults and deformities in one's personality. I am guiltily not proud to have a nose that can detect humans' hideousness. It is a shame. I swear I can smell envy, even if you do not believe me, I smelt it many times before, it smells like rotten fruit. Hate -I know- smells like dead animals, not just any dead being, just deceased animals. You know, a dead animal differs completely from any dead being, yet they are all dead, all have vanished, all smell and all are there no more. Anger has a strange odor, it's like smoke, a very thick smell. But, to smell these flaws, they require a good nose and an alert mind. You might find it weird or amusing, but I find it unpleasant, for when I walk among a crowd, I feel attacked by these smells, they even get stronger as if in rivalry with each other, at these moments, I look around sharply, yet I never witness anyone sharing my repugnant feeling, no one, but wretched cats and street-dogs.

I might certainly be dead wrong, but I am sure these smells need a good nose and an alert mind...

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© Ahmad Magdy - 2009

Hating one's life

Me: I hate her Zarn. I hate life. I hate myself.


Zarn: I hate you too.


Me: Do you? I thought you are my loyal friend?


Zarn: No, I am not your friend. I hate you.


Me: Even you Zarn. I am shocked. I do not want to live this life. I want to die. Do you really hate me?


Zarn: How can I befriend someone who does not value himself!


Silence


Zarn: Have you ever seen a cat that has its back crushed under car wheels pushing its squeezed body by its front legs looking for food?


Me: UGH. What an ugly image. Yes, I once did.


Zarn: I respect this cat more than someone who hates himself...

© Ahmad Magdy - 2009