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

World has turned into a jungle. Oh, no I used the wrong image.

World has turned into a jungle. Oh, no I used the wrong image.

In a jungle deers are not always fighting for grass. Birds do not destroy others' nests to prove they can do so. Flowers and trees grow everywhere in the jungle not within the lion's den only. Monkeys shower tigers with rocks fearlessly. They are not killed for making fun of these monsters.

Spiders build their homes wherever and whenever they want. They never wait for rats to dig the ground for them, or ants to plan their life for them. Even ravens have a life in the forest, they are not persecuted because of their hoarse voice. Bulls fight with each other, yet when a predator approaches, the herd run like one body regardless of their internal conflicts. Air in the jungle is wide open for all kinds of birds. It is not dominated by eagles. You never witness eagles soaring all the time, you always see birds of various colors and kinds conquering the free sky recklessly. Lions and Eagles maintain their superiority, yet all animals have a life. They are not oppressed. Snakes are not killed for being venomous or dangerous. In a Jungle, even ants have their community. They are significant. Every species has its role.

Never say that the world has become a jungle. Never compare between sane animals and insane humans. Have you ever seen animals in a killing-frenzy? Humans have seen this twice in their short history. See, never say that the world has become a jungle.

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© Ahmad Magdy - 2009

And Love !

Me: I loved her.

Zarn: When?

Me: What? I cannot remember. Maybe when I first saw her. Love at the first sight.

Zarn: When?

Me: Hmm. Well two weeks ago. It was on a Sunday. I was ...

Zarn: [Interrupted] When?

Me: Cannot you hear me? I said on a Sunday. It was about 11:00 AM

Zarn: It took you two weeks to realize that you do love her. Will you say so after two more weeks or after two years!

Me: I will always love her.

Zarn: Will you love her more than your children?

Me: [Hesitant] It is different. I will love them both.

Zarn: Mother and father?

Me: [Puzzled] I will love them too.

Zarn: Yourself?

Me: I love me as well.

Zarn: That is a big load of love to give, I wish you can deal with it. I have once known about a woman who has died giving birth to a dead child...







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© Ahmad Magdy - 2009

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