The Second Adam
Short Stories
Yonas Habesha
2022
Contents
Acknowledgements. 3
Introduction. 5
The second Adam.. 6
A fight. 12
Artificial gods. 17
The Tomb's Thorn. 28
The stick of Mama Tangut. 34
The Time of the End. 46
The Unmanned Land. 55
Who have seen a dress?. 59
Acknowledgements
Almighty God is the origin and destination of my work, so may He always be grateful. It is my duty to give thanks as long as my heart is not bent. Thank you, God!
I can say that my family is more than a library to me. In particular, it is my family who made me grow up not smelling but experiencing Ethiopian culture, custom and its values. It is my constant wish and prayer that God will give long life and health for my families, specially my father.
To those who supported me in all my work, to those who cooperated with me in providing information, to those who did the editing work for me, and to all those who inspires my work, my gratitude cannot be expressed in words. May God reward you for your kindness.
Finally, it is known that writing a book is not a solo endeavor, as there are many stakeholders involved in any of my projects. Therefore, my thanks go to you where you are.
Introduction
These articles are different from all the books that I have published before. The books I have published in the past have been monotonous works. My earlier works incorporated one in one, novel or historical books. Especially I developed different books and articles on the historical and political realities of Ethiopia. However, these topics stand alone and have their own potential message.
This articles were written in the official language of Amharic and translated into English for this purpose. As English is the author's third language, it is not said that it has been translated directly, but great efforts have been made to avoid any change in the basic content or translation problem.
The second Adam
"In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth," says the books, "and the divine scholars always sing it, and of course I do and believe.
After God created heaven and earth, he kept their turn and created everything. After creating all things on earth and in heaven, he created the Garden of Eden, Adam, on the last day.
The LORD said to the man of the Garden of Eden, Adam "Live here, clothe yourselves with peace and love, and eat all things, you are the king of all life which are created before including the angels. ... But he ordered and warned him not to do this, and he separated him.
The Garden of Eden, Adam, was neither clever nor foolish, but he was uncompromising and energetic, so he foolishly and discreetly walked around the Garden of Eden and began to simplify his loneliness.
Yahweh, who saw the Garden of Eden, Adam, and saw trouble, said to him, "I will create a life for you from your left side bone, which you not complain about, and she is your helper. After then you not speak alone and she speaks to you. Since she is yours, call her by Eve." But he before he finished the speech, he created Eve on the left side him.
That's when my blood was boiled. I was created six hours after Adam's creation. After creation, he put him in the Garden of Eden. On the contrary, he put me to death in Hell. From the time, I argued many times about why He would put me there.
When he created me on the basis of his founding, I thought it was arguments and contradictions. That is why I argued with him about why He put me at the Hell. Even I argued why He created me unless I am volunteer to born and come here. However, once he said and ordered, no creature to divert his thought. He said once again "Sit down in the Hell. Adam is cleaver, wise and grateful before he was born" and he put me there because he said and commanded. Sometimes my tears becomes as a flood. When I saw the live of Adam among the greens, I upset why he created me as an argumentor, because I would not have been easier to live in Hell than to argue with me.
The second offense, in the Garden of Eden, Adam, in his Garden of Eden, He created a lady from the sleeper for himself, I watched him steal, and gave it to him, and taught them what they should and should not do, while I was hiding a naked bear.
As God to work and hand him over to him, I waited for him to come to me. But he looked at me with sarcasm and passed away, saying, "Take courage." I complained about how God would be a stepmother, why would he create Eve for me, and after I thought and stopped burning on the fire, I Decent myself that God may think of my left hand bone and might have wanted her not to burn like I did. She was not punished with my sin. On the other hand, LORD may think of Adam and his left bone- Eve that I could scare Adam and divert her to me, or he wanted her to see my Pain and not live in a nightmare. I am always in the midst of a fire that has prepared my eyes as a barrier against Eve, and, ironically, he burned Eve's vision without feeling that I was going to start the fire of Sihol (Hell). Sometimes when I look at her hips, her hair, her heels, her lips and breasts as she turns to me, I am left with a shock.
One day, I was so complained, "Who do you want me to be? Was there no need for my willingness to create me? If you created me, why did you boil me in Sihol (Hell) later? Why didn't you put me in the Garden of Eden like Adam? Why didn't you create my Eve for myself?" I thought he was bitter, and he said to me: "Calmly, the man of all Adam will not be given to him once, and eve, who will give you, should not go into Sihol (Hell) and be bitterly disowned like you."
I longed for the day when I would leave Sihol and find New Eve and say: "Show me favor... Forgive me ... Show me favor again, Excuse me, forgive me and Get me out..... I said to him, "You may get out..." with a soft sound: "You will certainly go out, but it is not the time to go out. I said again, "Good-bye!"
To my surprise, it was not the day I left Sihol (Hell) that I missed, but the day I fought with my Eve and live with love. If I could, I would have been in the Garden of Eden when I happened to be at the mouth of the gate of Sihol and lodged with Eve, but I couldn't.
A fight
The clock shows many things that it is progressing from infancy to adulthood. World Not even at dawn. He just said it was slow. Many people have already testified to her that this time brings happiness to those who wake up from sleep, and hardships and obstacles to those who stay awake and their beliefs are suppressed.
In turn, I got up at this crucial and difficult time and continued my run like any other creature. As like of the other days, this day's journey was not easy to cut and finish, but challenging and exhausting. However, I also benefited from being a very masculine man. The ups and downs of the road, the heat of the sun, wind, drought, hunger, ...…. They told me that I made not only me but many people proud because I didn't dare to try to untie my clothes even though there were a lot of hardships that I won't finish the journey.
As I told you, it is our habit and our joy to say the time is always a child. How happy we would have been if we had been a child one day. Back then, like today, when I was going from birth to death, we met the time on the road.
If it is not possible to be called a baby instead of time. I intensified my vigilance with time to be called not old or dead. For the first time, my Mother was the lead actress for The Vigilant. But I don't understand why, before she had run more than a hundred meters, she threw her hands up in the open field and gave me in time.
Being produced by my mother always makes my blood boil. For that, she handed over her son to me for a while! Ask me how my enmity with time has gotten worse since my mother told me about time. When time always calls out with its newness, I also developed pride and the desire and egoistic to train on time. But I could not be cruel to my mother because it was heartless.
I fought against time. Indeed, I would not have started the struggle with time if I had known that she was such a powerful person.
As the energy of time grew stronger, and my knees began to fade like a fiery chick, only my eyes began to shine into the sky.
I've really struggled a lot with time. I've actually done a lot to change my name.
When time learned that my energy had entourage through, she multiplied the rewards and petitions for all the earth and its neighbors.
What do you say/do when all the saddest thing happens against you? ...…I believe that I will run ahead, I will fight, I will speak and I will tell, when I increased my running, the snow-covered Mount Everest on the right, the salty Red Sea on the left, Simeon mountain in the south and the tower of Babylon built by the cunning waited in front of me. Not only this but also the great Mount Carmel is shaking me. At that time, my mind was intently struck with fear. My heart began to beat faster as Mount Carmel intensified its tumult. What scared me the most was not the fierce stare of Mount Carmel, but the sharp rocks and sand that Mount Carmel was armed with to defeat me. I fought hard not to lose my hope.
That's when I realized that there is no power in heaven but on earth. Indeed, they conquered me with their violence. But I outwitted them. I saw Mount Koreb, the desert of Mendab, the Red Sea, Everest, ...…. I just passed all the so-called difficult and challenging powers.
Even now the race is not over. I am sure that when I will reach Mount Moriah, I will face another big challenge, when I will reach Mount Scopos there is also a great fight. So I am convincing that I will neede more war, and I turn the spear around my waist.
Even today, while time is leading me to death, she has been renewed and become young. As time flies, so does my run. Therefore, "if they fear it, it is winter and death," and the war with the Jordan Sea and sandy began. My brave knee, who had won all those mighty victories, was shaken. Then, instead of conquering, I longed to be conquered. .... When your mind is high, not only do you want to win, but you also long to be defeated.
Indeed, a hero who has won all those great victories is undoubtedly braver if he says that he will not give up. But the question of whether it is always possible to win does not always have the same answer.
I believe that this victory is more than victories. When he dreamed of victory, he forgot his confidence and began to appeal to the mighty of heaven. Although it was not known who would win, the battle still continued with hope. But my heart betrayed me!!!
Artificial gods
I doubt that my uncle and aunt came from the same womb. I think it is difficult to say that a person who has a belly and a back has one womb. I think that my uncle was blessed by his God before Adam with appearance, character, behavior, substance, Beauty and intelligence. In addition to his good looks, his compassion and generosity is a man who seduces people with love.
My grandmother used to tell me that my uncle and aunt were at odds from the time they were young. My aunt is the kind of person who glitters for shiny things, laughs when they laugh, dances when they dance, and throws herself down the cliff with her ten fingers when they enter a cliff. But my uncle is completely different from this. He is the one who listens more than talking, who dreams of tomorrow more than today, who cares about others more than himself, ..... is more than anything else, it surprises everyone that he is reasonable for what he does.
Although my uncle and aunt did not hatch from the same egg, they haven't that much difference in age. Only my uncle is one year and eight months older than her. But their upbringing was a twin type of upbringing. And so my aunt and uncle went to the school to learn A … B and kicked the school door one day at dawn.
Even if my aunt is called younger, she is incomparable in her intelligence and efficiency. They said it was all a straw fire. When my grandmother told me about her, she said, "Let me tell you, my son... She is fire. She is a woman who has been standing the house on one leg since she was a child. She has been a vampire of our house. I don't know what day she was conceived and which uterus conceived her. I think everyone is cursed by Satan. You'll be surprised, from the time she was one years old, she used to cry out if she didn't set someone on fire. Mother's stomach rumbles ..." she tells me.
Even if aunt and uncle kicked the door of the alphabet on the same day, but my aunt's enthusiasm became impossible for education. Aunty held her back as my uncle strode forward furiously.
My aunt could never have been a fan of my uncle's gossip. They said that when my uncle entered the house after being rewarded, she would have said, "I will beat him with fire." Later, as he quickened his steps forward, saying one room, two rooms, . With that, my uncle and her are separated. They said that my aunt used to say openly that being separated from my uncle gave her rest and happiness. But for my grandmother, she had another burden.
My uncle had been away from his family since he was learned from the eighth grade, so when she lost her brother in front of her, she said "I didn't set the house on fire, as I didn't set my uncle on fire earlier." In fact, she tells me that one day she lit a fire on my mother behind my grandmother and burned her and my mother's scar is still there, showing my grandmother. My grandfather, who saw this, tied her up and peppered her. This day heralded the separation of my grandparents and aunt. The day after that, my aunt left the house.
My aunt loved glitter so it was the world of glitter that greeted her as soon as she left the house. The fact that the inside of the sparkling world is black and the second Sheol, however, does not seem to have been explained to her until now.
My aunt spent her long life working as a hotel servant. This hotel work became the basis for the life she lives today. When she was a hotel maid, she used her body as a commodity. She mutilated the genitals of a person. She sold hearts, kidneys and other human internal organs. Beyond that, she is said to have sold Enset body as a coffin. This is not the rumor of the enemy, but the testimony of my grandmother. A devil who has tasted blood will not stop until he eats meat. My aunt continued with this act.
Years later, my uncle was called a man of great knowledge and my aunt was called a millionaire. To make matters worse, she became the recipient of the award instead of my uncle. While she puts a million birr in a day, my uncle serves a million people. But the winner of the election was not my intellectual uncle but my millionaire aunt.
It can be said that my aunt has no mind but money. Indeed, the earth does not seem to have been made for intelligent and good people. My aunt also bought a diploma paper from private colleges. This diploma paper does not invite to be manager. But she is the factory manager herself, the school manager herself, the real estate contractor herself, the warehouse supervisor herself. Of course, it is hard to believe that all this is done under the authority of one person, but my aunt is an employee of all, the manager of all. She is also the accountant of this whole institution.
My aunt is has no breakfast in the morning. She eats her breakfast after entering an institution and swearing at someone or seeing blood. It is easier to say that heaven and earth met than to say that a worker entered an institution and left without jumping. When she jumps, kicks, injures the worker and tells the driver to keep going.... She leaves in a cheap minibus. It is only after this that she is satisfied with her breakfast.
As I have already told you, my uncle and my aunt are nothing alike. At earlier time, she became a lodger in the same field as she had entered Hotel. Even today, when the two are called big people, it is not thought of as seeing each other from a distance, but of meeting and helping each other. Not only to my uncle, but also to my grandmother. It was my grandmother who made me dry and afraid of her. My grandmother raised me saying, "Your aunt is a hyena, she is my daughter but don't meet with her." On the other hand, my aunt said, "Please, live with me. As you know my relatives have denied me." But I didn't dare to approach because I believe that if my grandmother heard, she would feel sorry for me. Indeed, my uncle is enough for our whole family.
I wonder what kind of person my mother is. My mother never wants to hear anything bad about my aunt even the whole village hates her. I think my aunt also has a good attitude towards my mother. Of course, since my mother was the last child, she hadn't that much memory when my aunt ran away from home. That is why my aunt loved her apart from the family. One day, my aunt rushed to my grandparents' house to celebrate holiday with a sheep. Both of my grandparents who saw my aunt's arrival became insane. Especially the female grandmother became anger. My mother watches the show like a theatre and laughs. Finally, my aunt returned to Addis Ababa carrying the sheep she had taken for the holiday. After that day, she not only went to her mother and father's house, but she said goodbye to her homeland forever. But sometimes I will go to her. And she seduces me to live with. The funny thing is, she never even bought me a five cent piece of candy when she begged me to stay with her. If my millionaire aunt have no interest to give me five cents, is I became interested to give my kidney, heart or liver for free?
Being rich is kind, it speaks what they wants. But I don't think there is anything as ugly and disturbing as washing the body with human blood. But this is not visible to milliners. Even worse, the source of mental happiness is human suffering. When we see these things, the consolation of the poor is the saying, "It is better to go a camel through the eye of a needle than the approval of the rich person. But if we are comforted by the invisible and intangible things in the world of dreams, we should be good here!
And as I told you, when my aunt got a lot of wealth (paper wealth, not human wealth), she started hiring and managing many workers. What surprised me the most was her tyranny over her employees and the actions she took at one point.
Many people worship people. I don't think it would be surprising to see and hear a man who does not believe in the existence of God and who cannot obey God's commands, consider the son of man as God. Indeed, many great philosophers have arisen in my time. These philosophers made themselves gods; they performed a ritual. This is an ancient human practice. For example, in 13th century Persia, there were great magicians. Even before the birth of Christ, in many areas, sorcerers mixed with prophets and misled them. It can be said that this act of vigilance is widespread in Ethiopia and has been going on for a long time. For example, around the end of the 1990s, even the so-called great people in Addis Ababa were accused of being involved in warning activities. In fact, it is known that they used to brag in public saying, "Even their wives have been given to their father. Sorcerer" It has always been a mystery that my aunt was a victim of the same act and that she did more harm to him than to her god.
My aunt has it for herself, I don't know, but she visits him twice a year with the size of an anvil. Indeed, it may not come as much of a surprise that it does so. But it was after this that a jaw-dropping, head-shaking incident took place.
Five hundred and twenty kilometers to the southeast from Addis Ababa. The journey was exhausting. For that reason, my aunt is a person who melts even the sun of Addis Ababa. Hard as it is, ridges, ups and downs, sun and cold will not stop her from going to the witch. She told that "I feel childish when I turn my face to there. I don't know where it comes from, but my energy is strong," she wrote in her diaries. When she came back from the witch, she believe energy is always with her. Once when she turned back, she dismissed seventy-six in two consecutive days.
These people want a clean verdict. But the judge is the plaintiff for the poor. A man with a mind is not a judge, but if my uncle was a judge, a building could not be built with the blood of a poor man. But don't tell me to be with your aunt in this situation. In fact, I will try to make the building and factory built by poor become a blessing to the poor.
The Tomb's Thorn
I love my brother very much. In fact, I think more of him than I do. It is not an exaggeration. For that is why I have read from my heart. I have melted his stench and his dirges.
Every time I remember, my heart still swells with sorrow, tears, and lamentations.
In all, the tears that I read that day, and I and my tears, are not one to be comforted and understood. But I and I will never forget that evil day' tears, even our seal of blood.
Surprisingly, though, when my brother was buried, I was not throwing down the trumpet or whipping my own body with a whip or punching my own body in the face because of my brother's death, but they were surprised and stunned that I was being beaten with me and saddened by my brother's death. Many dead dead dead bodies laughed at me, mocked, and mocked me. I actually heard their ridicule, laughs, and laughed at us, but I didn't think it was any mockery and jeers of them because I loved and respected my dead brother more than anyone else, and I died without finishing his love.
My exposure, my lamentation, my weeping, and my throat grew, and the tears flowing out of my eyes as that water was poured out like water. True, the grief has not only blinded my back or my waist, but also my intestines and my heart.
By the way, it is not because I am shy of the dead, let alone saddened and saddened, but because I do not have the ability and the ability to see even the living.
The laughter added: "Every time their laughter increased, I felt as if I had been cut off from two with two swords—one that I had not satisfied my brother, and the second was that the dead were mocked by my leader's grief, but I avoided focusing on them because they were not explained to me and I had no time to pay attention. Note that I am still focused on my tears. And thou sayest unto me, Live, and I have not sacrificed a single sacrifice: but instead all the dead mourn the wrath of laughter and ridicule!
Once upon a time, I think God will work the theater against us. Why should I answer you, because you may be upset and your blood work will be stretched out. After Yahweh has made the sacrifices disappear from the mud, he has set up a breath. If it is said that it is not worth the theater to do things that I have not instructed you to do, it means that I either don't understand the meaning of the theater or that it's far from me. But my bottom line is this isn't it. In fact, after mixing the dead and the living together, isn't it as if giving and allowing the dead to laugh and laugh at the living is not a theatrical foundation for the living, but for the dead? The answer is very theatrical.
And if it is not theatrical, the essay is automatically delivered, and you are given the gift of leading actors to laugh, laugh, and t tickle the living as they please?!!
I went into my main talk, and went into my main talk, saying, 'My brother's death is gnashing and burning me from head to toe, my eye is as dead as snow. The cap has wrapped a fiftieth St hat, my stomach is woven from my back, my lips look like a dog with a dough, and even a camel's vendor has added to me because my nose has rained down its own tears.
I understand that I am hurting, but I was thinking and worrying about my brother more than I did, so it didn't seem like my job. ..... Again, I began to pour out my sorrow on grief, on mourning, on bitterness.
When I rained down the corner of my cry, my brother's tomb began to make me sound, and I didn't understand it, because my brother was underground, because my brother was full of dust and stones.
For a while, I wondered if I would feel the sound of a cliff mamitto, but the voice would never be connected to my voice. In fact, it was the opposite.
As that tear burned my cheeks like boiling water chocolate, the tears of water were simultaneously quiet like a water pump that had been damaged when they were powered. My fear began to tremble. My whole body went in like a celibacy. I was as quiet as the dead, that I might take away my eyes, which were about to perish from where she was.
Once all the dead laughed, as if the number of laughs had been counted on them, I was worried, and I didn't tell them much about their laughs, ridicule, and dismay, but I was convinced that the sword and the hammer they held in their hands could break the boy and even iron.
Something appeared to me from a far cry, but I didn't think it was true for the time being, and it was true that I saw my dead brother among the dead. He hastened in to make me bear witness from them, before I encounter him. As soon as it was frozen, my eyes of mortals, and with joy, and with sorrow. My soul was lost, and my soul was beaten with its head.
Let glory be to God or to Satan. I have a message in my ear: "You are from among the dead, and his authority is not the living, but the dead. Until you find the living, and they come to you, you are related to the dead, but you have no burial, and you are above the grave.
Again, grief and joy will be: without burial, how will it be to be a living person in pain, to be successful in suffering? My body is disturbed, I have forgotten my being; I understand that I was created for suffering.
I was counted as dead and forced to live with the dead until they came to life and I joined the living. I look forward to that day with patience, hoping that I can join the living. ..... The D.A.... ..... Do I have an essay!!!
The stick of Mama Tangut
Mama Tangut and I had been fighting since the day I left the womb. Before then, like today, there was no pre-natal monitoring and health professionals calling for the baby to be born, so I was born surrounded by neighborhood midwives called Mariam...Mariam.
Mama Tangut is a well-known village midwife and an elderly person far away from our village. And because my mother was a good person with broad hands, the elderly village midwives count the days when she gives birth more than my mother. Among these village midwives, Mama Tangut was the one who had already left my mother's house and was eagerly awaiting my arrival.
I think I am waiting and missed Mom Tangut for many days since I called to come. They spent more than a week waiting by saying he would come today, he would come tomorrow, he would come in the afternoon, and he would come in minutes. Mama Tangut is very upset with me. She taught me a lot. In fact, they were afraid of my mother, but they did not miss me and cursed me. After all, even if I was late, it was more for them than for me. Because they have become family in my name. They are being cared for more than the family on my behalf. They are sending their hands to the broad chart in my name. So, Mama Tangut, who got this, should not have cursed me, but made me thank and draw me to be late. I know.... What can make them a little bit disgusted is the food called Mariam's porridge, which is prepared as a reason for brides. Even if it is late, it will definitely come with me. It was not good to think badly about what was inevitable.
I was sure to come too, although not on the day the neighborhood midwives expected. It was my suffering mother who first announced my arrival. My mother also received the news of my arrival from me and echoed it to the neighborhood midwives who surrounded her. After hearing my mother's message, it was Mama Tangut who quickly approached my mother and the baby- me. Mama Tangut is upset that they have been waiting for me for so long. Even worse, after knocking on my exit door, it took me hours to get out and join them. All that time, Mama Tangut and other village midwives were kneeling and praying. After a long pause, I shuffled out and joined them. My mother tells me that the ones who welcomed me when I came out of the womb were Mama Tangut. After receiving Mama Tangut and hugging me for several hours, she lay down next to my mother on the small grass mattress, looking at me and my mother in turn and saying, "This child will be a storyteller when he grows up." Trust me if it's not Tricky'' she told them. I heard that my mother was very angry with Mama Tangut's prediction and she yelled at Aras saying, "Why did they say that to my son?" Although Mama Tangut's speech upset her, she did not rekindle the love she used to have. They did not stop walking to my mother's house.
Having exhausted the patience of the midwives, I slowly began to grow stronger. Then I was able to move on all fours. They tell me that it didn't take much time for me to stand on my own two feet. Then I became one of the rowdy kids in the neighborhood. Always run but get no tired. I never got tired of playing. I became the only child in the village who did not have enough rest and so free in al dimension. Especially, I think my family brought me up freely, my boldness and frankness started to make many of them laugh.
One day Mama Tangut came to our house as usual. My mother's generosity increases when she sees a guest. Immediately, my mother said, "Let them eat food, mother and she came with a basket of bread for her." On the other hand mama Tangut said, "I swear I have just eaten." If not, I will eat when I go.'' Mom is not the kind of person who would be surprised if people ate her body- life. If someone from her house goes without eating or drinking, she feels as if she has killed him. Therefore, she brought the wheat and bean sprouts that we needed for bread today, filled with basket, and said, "Let her eat..." and put her in front of her.
Mom put the pan in front of her and gave me the pan that she kept when she entered the room. I stopped my game and held the soul that my mother gave me with both hands. Mama Tangut also shakes it with their right hands until their cheeks are swollen.
After I finished what mom gave me, I went back to my game and started playing. Mama Tangut, who was alone with a basket of Nifro, was rewarded with Tella (local drink) which seems a chicken's eye. She eat... she drink. I play in front of them. My Mom, I don't know whether she knew that I have finished the given one or not add to her from the drink and the food and left me. You know nothing misses if in hand, so my focus is on my game. When I sometimes look at Mama Tangut closely, she also looks at me. Immediately she sew me, I keep my head down and peek at her, feed her and drink what she gave. I don't have any idea the eating and drinking style of Mama Tangut is actual. It is out of normal. Simply, she eats like a hyena. I have never seen mom or dad eat and drink like that. They are my closest teachers. They used to tell me, "Everything has its system, passion, order, and style." Especially, my father used to tell me, "When you eat, drink, walk, talk, dress... everything should be in proper manner."
Mama Tangut did not stop eating and drinking. I also play by myself. Mama Tangut thought they were overloaded and they were mistaken when I heard a long voice saying "Tirrrr" I slowly turned to her. Mom raised her horns in frustration and asked me, "What are you doing?" I was shocked by their anger like a child. Their anger was breaking out and their weak flute-like eyes were glaring.
I didn't go anywhere. I kept my head down and listened to her talk and continued my game. Truly speaking, when I heard the sound of "Tirrrrr", I remember Mr. Degefa's son- Yite. I don't think that Yite can control his low. He has a habit of tirrrr.... tizzt... tizzzz... in every second. As a result, his name remained as Beetle (Tinziza).
Mama Tangut sat with their legs apart as if the flow had bothered her again. The loosely woven skirts she was wearing opened up to their knees as they were lifted up to their knees. Still I don't like her position, so I closely look once again and we look eye to eye. "What a waste you see, you cat . . . you are brought here like a cat." Get out of here'' she said to me with even more anger than before. "Mom Tangut, put your stuff away," I said in a slurred voice. Don't let Mama Tangut's frustration go unsaid. They became a newborn tiger. I don't know what time they got up. They started hurling insults and curses at me.
As soon as my mother heard Mama Tangut's shot, she run to her and said, "What is it... what happened, what is wrong, Mum?" But the curse that cures were taking hostage did not give time to talk to my mother. She continued to cast that curse on their backs, and when they got tired of it, they got up and went home without saying, "May God forgive me for what I ate and drank." When I saw her leaving, I returned to home. When I got home, my mother hugged me and said, "What did you do to her, my son?" in her beautiful tone. I said "nothing else. While she was sitting, she was mistaken. Before this was enough, she took off her clothes and sat down. Then when I saw her, she kicked me out. ...… everything has a system of positioning and feeding, doesn't it, mother'' Slate said with a hearty laugh, "Yes ... babi" she kissed my forehead and pressed me to her chest.
Days, weeks, months, years passed like a joke. As I was growing up, Mama Tangut was juggling, her feet getting closer to the pit. But she has not stopped coming to our house. Every time they walk home, their eyes get bloodshot when she see me. Especially when she see me alone, she look at me with her dark eyes and she has never forget to "say you bastard." If my mother was upset that she tied me up, she would say, "Mama Tungut, what's wrong with a child like that..." What is wrong with a child? He is a child who couldn't identify whether bad or good. Is it good for you to make this baby afraid of you? After all, what did you lose?'' seriously said to her. But she is not listening. Later, my father, who doesn't like to offend people, decided that When Mama Tangut comes to our home, I should left from my home. Here is my father's decision not to offend Mama Tangut. After my father said this, when Mama Tangut came to our house, I started leaving the house. It is our agreement, but when Mama Tangut comes to our house, my mother's face is filled with clouds. Reason for my mother's unhappiness is not the arrival of Mama Tangut. Rather, following the arrival of Mama Tangut, I should out from home and separate from her. When she come home, my mother's heart leaves the house before me. In this situation we lived a lot with Mama Tangut.
One day we were walking with my friends and Mama Tangut was coming towards us from the left side. We were playing in good and mood so we didn't see her. We are going to cross the road where they are going. As soon as we reached the road we were about to cross, Mama Tangut started panting like a newborn tiger. When I heard Mama Tangut's screams, I lost my way, so I crossed the path she were going and asked him to run. Mama Tangut said, "Naughty...Naughty...Naughty....Let him cut you...Let him cut you.... Let God never bless you" she started kicking me out. She threw her stick many times. But she didn't find me. She chased me a lot but could not catch me. At last she left me and continued on her way by looking up at the sky and saying "Aye...Aye...." After that, we never saw each other face to face until her death.
I remembered this today. If Mama Tangut was alive today and saw today's generation, either she would have died one day or she would have changed the generation. If Mama Tangut had lived, I would have paid compensation and reconciled with her. But I am sure that she will subjugate me to many evils. In those days, if a man and a woman traveled together, they were called rude. I don't know what they would say today if they saw people doing unnecessary work in a car or in the middle of people. Back then, if a woman didn't wear a floor-sweeping dress, they said she was rude. I don't know what this woman would say if she saw the women of today going out naked. At that time, if a person didn't show up at the appointed time, they said s/he was rude. I don't know what she would say if she saw only an empty chair in every office today. At that time, they said that if a person does not do what he said for many reasons, it is a great immorality. Today, if you see a job advertisement on the air in every office and after collecting applicants from a distance, if you see the office that responds that the advertisement has been closed, what would you call them?
It's just unstoppable. I am sure that Mama Tangut were created and passed away on a good day. For her, good deeds were immoral. But if Mama Tangut was alive today, I would be lucky. Because when she confirmed that I was not rude, she lifted her curse on me. If she had seen the immorality of power, sexual immorality, immorality of speech, immorality of diet,.... she would have been one of the lucky ones. One is to be up to date with the contemporaries and the other is to lose one's self so as not to see immorality. But she is lucky. Even if she die as she was no agree with me, it is good for them to rest without seeing the immorality.
The Time of the End
As the earth denies the earth, flowers and shrubs dry up, streams and rivers dry up, soil turns to sand, and all seem to have opened their mouths to testify to the powerfulness of the sun and its race. Moreover, the creatures that have lost their shelter due to the removal of their leaves from the bushes, from the reptiles to the hangers-on eating each other, in addition to running back and forth to escape the heat of the desert, they are observed raining a storm of noise.
To the extent that it is said that God has disowned the earth today, it is preferable to live forever in hell, rather than live on earth, which has seen the roaring of souls and the leaves of the earth.
Although it was July, the secret of the division of the earth in a second, a minute, an hour, days, weeks, and months was forgotten on earth. For this reason, the earth had lost its fruitage, the heavens, and all the testimony of the soul had not blown its strength to the sun, and the earth had produced sand, thorns, and ashes for life instead of good fruits.
King Barros, king of the day known as King of King the II, who did not sprinkle the earth well and gather good seed, is persuaded to seek the solution. He frustrated by the fact that the land of his reign has given thorns and amateurs, stones and sand instead of good fruit. So, to find the solution the king has gone to the witch who called the goddess of the earth.
The king was deeply concerned that the earth had spit out insects and had not hosted them during his reign, so he began his journey to celebrate souls and earthly reconciliations to Mr. Ramid.
When Ramid, the god of the earth, heard from the mouths of his knights that the king had fallen into his hands, he was so happy that he believes he was truly the god of the earth, and he aligned himself with the creator of creation.
After a few minutes, Ramid, the earth god, as if he sensed the king's arrival, shouted in a loud voice that the king was allowed to enter and speak with him.
The king went deeper into Ramid, testifying that Baros was the right man of the earth above the fame he once felt.
The king threw away his gold-plated royal crown, his beautiful throne, and was shocked to see Ramid's true fact. He could not recover from hi shock. He dozed off for several hours.
When Ramid did not entertain creatures in that land, he would melt the judgment he deserved for all creatures who came in what looked like a sunny screwdriver, no smaller than King Barros.
After Ramid was more pleased with the arrival of King Baros before him, the trembling and anointing of the king in front of him, after he spoke privately in his language, which did not clothe him with more joy and pride than before, king Barros said: "It is impossible to tell lies from the blessed place where King The Truth comes out of this truth again. . . . They've done a great and frightening job before you come here, so let them come close here and tell the truth. He said it may not be necessary to hear from your inheritance because it is even known why they are here.
King Barros, even more anxious than before, spread through his veins and his whole body was drenched in sweat. Ramid's power and ability, who used to sit on his throne and hear his fame, became a reality for them today. King Baros thought that Ramid would not fight the earth and creation again, even if their bodies were swollen and sweaty, so they came to Ramid, shaking his knees like springs, squeezing their sweat, "Oh, my lord! ... There is not even a sin that I have done and that I say exists; But I can tell you why I came," he said, his sharp mouths falling.
Ramid delighted with the king's blessing and said: "Tell the truth .. If you do not work, there is a great mystery that only you and I know about," said King Barros, who had celebrated them for a minute in frustration. Without finishing what they wanted to say, "It's enough... "Enough is enough," he said, and without answering the question they wanted to say, another question was, "Why are you here?"
Not only did King Barros go to Ramid this time but they also cursed the day and ears of Ramid's fame, but they quickly fell into disarray because they thought Ramid knew even the heart and kidneys.
Considering Ramid's victory and his triumph, the earthly leg said: "Let no man come in here. The unclean spirit that he has come out to him."
King Barros searched for some of his own identity from the wave of distress, he had left for so long, returning from the waves he had gone to, and he was amazed at Ramid's life.
After observing the appearance of King Barros and understanding the innermost part of him, Ramid told him: "I know what you have done, King Deuteronomy, and you are not only allowed to become king of this small land, but to be king of creation after you have made yourself great. ..... And if you leave, I will definitely tell you that you will not be in the position of your own!"
King Barros did not waver, but Ramid accepted all that he had wholeheartedly, but he acknowledged that they had to bring in the things he needed. The word of Ramid comes in his minds and he has a crush: King Barros, who is dying, took the word out of his head, and threw it away forever, and began to enjoy life with Ramid, the feet of the earth.
In the land of the earth, where the earth is no longer in need of creation, thorns and mustard; the land of sand and stone, which does not want to be cruel and painless; and the island, which is meant to reconcile creation with the earth, Media cut off that common trek and knocked on its doors to bring reconciliation and peace.
While wondering why the earth was cruel to the creatures, the woman would refrain from judging the earth and shut her mouth with her hand, thinking that it was probably the cutting and cruelty of the king of the earth, but she did not stop tears of heart to bring love and peace into her hands.
Even the earth has not eaten its fruitage for all creation, the earth has not been determined to taste it to Medina. It did not encounter the destiny of the earth and its creatures again, then the sun that besieged the clouds, and the creatures hated it at the hour when they ate one another. Defense: When that land gave thorns to creatures, it was surrounded by luxuriant flowers and plants, and in the hour when the desert storm burned creatures like a fire, she thought, in the cold air, and the earth's Creator and the Creator of the earth were saddled with creatures She thinks it is a reason.
Today, Medina erupts in delight, apparently standing again for creatures, and the sun, as usual, has tried to destroy not only the light but also the creatures in the heat that comes with Medina's splitting heat, and she has relaxed the technique of saving creatures.
Yet the earth doesn't seem to have turned its face, but this hasn't bothered the woman. Like the sun, she has made herself a decorated morning. She has made the earth a refuge with a heartfelt tear, a great pardon for the iniquity of King Barros.
The earth was temporarily reluctant to reconcile with the creatures, but they talked to the island and the tears of the earth, knowing that the land that did not like the sand of the island could be cultivated and that a shelter for the creatures would be created.
Since the purpose of the Medina was to bring peace and love to the earth and reconcile creation with the earth, the woman who read it again splashed her tears into heaven, and the earth was filled with tears, and the sun was covered with clouds.
The Unmanned Land
Many anthropologists give many kinds of analysis and verdict on the origin of human beings, although it is not known which one is certain. For example, some philosophers say that humans came from monkeys, while others say that they came from elements like nickel and nitrogen. Basically, I mentioned some of the hypotheses, but there are many who say that human being was created from dust.
But for me, not only a doubt on the origin of man, but also the question of who is man himself has not been answered. So, let me start my idea from who is a person and go to my main point.
I don't think that man were once found to have fallen like jokes or a material rather I highly believe that there is someone who creates human being carefully with all his time. Even stones were created for the purpose of the creature. Here is no doubt!
From the very beginning, if we say that human beings came from monkeys and other elements, the question of how the earth was created is bound to burn in our minds. Philosophers like Darwin certainly have an answer for this, though not enough.
It seems to me that human beings have the power and potential to change the land. If this is true, I have another question. After all, who was created before mankind and the earth? Who was created to order and who to be obeyed? And so on. But no philosopher has an answer to this. Because when souls dance on the earth until they open their eyes, the earth dances with them for a long time, perhaps forever. From this, it would be better to say that the earth was created for the souls rather than that the souls were created for the earth.
I tried to strengthen my main point rather tried to get to the point, but I didn't. Well, if we can't answer these things, there is one truth we can all agree on. That might be the presence of an unknown force. "There is some.... Who creates the whole creature ....so intelligent.... So powerful....." If not, who created whom? Did Americans create Ethiopians? ... did the white people create Habesha...? did Europeans create Africans? I don't think so.
By the way, we all agree that man is unique, honorable, changing the world, peace, respectful, love, so if the actual definition what man is doing now: when a creature destroys the earth, when a creature commits suicide, when a creature commits a sin against himself, when a creature turns his head and bites himself, when creatures accuses the earth, ... How can this creature be a man? Perhaps Aristotle hypothesized that humans came from monkey may to say that the so-called "man" is monkey.
I think the earth is full of many species of monkeys, not human beings. I think monkeys don't know their own species. I can't say for sure, but I think that some powerful force who created the whole creature allowed live and enjoy themselves in the name of man. .... At that time, even if souls live in the name of humans and laugh with them, their souls will be confirmed and they will be replaced by humans whose deeds are not their names, and they will freeze and lick the dust in the land where they were born. But in the meantime, the uninhabited land will always be hungry, suffocated by love.
Who have seen a dress?
Come on, put on your worldly dress.
I will wait for you when the time is right.
In a dress with wide stripes,
Hide my possessions, save me quickly.
May my life be a blast!!!
Oh, how we miss seeing the dress so much! Wait, did Ethiopia draft a law saying that women should not wear skirts and include it in the constitution or the emergency decree? What is the reason why our women don't show us skirts?
Today, it can be said that our women are rushing to return to their ancient nature. The dress of our grandmothers and mothers has been completely forgotten. Instead of skirts, shorts, tights, stockings, and pants are becoming more common and popular. So skirts are no longer seen. And if you see a dress, please help me out!!!
Eve, who developed the ambition and desire to be the queen of the world and failed to obey the command of her God, ate a fig tree as a counselor of a snake and after it was revealed to her that she was naked. So she tried to cover her body by tearing leaves to cover her nakedness. Still, many Eves have made it a habit and a civilization to immerse themselves. In fact, Eve did not have the garment we know today, but the garment of grace. The women of the time threw off the clothes they had been given and tore the sewn leaves and started going out naked in contrast to Eve. Certainly these women are naked in many things. They are women who have seen poverty of spirit and declared their inferiority. There are many women who spend the night crying if they go out wearing trouser or tights and come back without a man. Although wearing trouser is against the dress code for women, many women say it has benefits. What's the point of going naked?
According to our country's religion, culture, tradition and custom, a girl should hide, collect and protect her body. It is a hidden thing that is delicious! Even if our women give ten thousand birr in gift wrapping, out of the hundred birr they give, what will remain in their hearts is the gift-wrapped hundred birr. Because hidden things are delicious or tasty!
It would be good for our women to understand that the common saying that she is not for marriage but for short. This is thoughtful saying which doesn't come from anywhere rather the reality that our women practices. The source is that they defile themselves. For example, only 30% of weddings in Addis Ababa are approved as marriages. It is clear that this comes from nudity. This nudity has many consequences. This nudity is the reason why sex takes place everywhere. This same nudity is main cause for the spread of disease, unnecessary pregnancies and loss of life. This nudity is the main reason for family separation. Indeed, this nudity is the result of insanity. Because we know he's crazy when he goes naked in the past. These ladies are definitely crazy too. When the loss of a spouse leads to insanity comes the public exposure of a body that should be hidden to attract men's attention. A body that appears to be looking for marriage is likely to be stabbed in return and exposed to disease, unwanted pregnancy and so on.
Being unemployed and penniless is crazy. Therefore, they prefer to be naked in order to own a job and to attract the attention of the boss or to seduce them. This unemployment frenzy also causes many problems. So what if they hide the body that should be hidden and make him a traitor? A goat is used as an example of a transgressor because she is unable to cover her private parts. Let's see if the beauty of our women is revealed when they wear a full skirt or when they wear tights? But for me, yes a dress!!!
To be honest, I'm pretty sure most guys don't focus on tight-fitting women these days. In this day and age, women are running from pants to tights, from tights to pants and to stockings, then to nudity. After all, I think they return to their true selves when they deserve to be naked in everything. Some women say that tights and other clothes are the clothes that economic scarcity has brought them. It is true that the price of one dress can buy two pairs of pants or four tights. Instead of going naked or wearing tights, I think it is preferable to wear a dress carefully from the point of view of culture, tradition, and religion. By the way, I don't think anyone knows that the reason for the popularity of skirts is our women.
When the modernity of our women increased and they rushed towards the nudity and rushed to pants, and the like, the merchants turned their face to these to satisfy the needs of women and the one who produced dresses disappeared. It is the one who wears the dress, not the one who makes the dress, who is already lost. Therefore, when the demand for skirts disappeared, both merchants and manufacturers reduced the production of skirts and turned to in-demand goods. As a result, it became rare to see a dress. So if the price skyrockets, whose judgment is it?
I know that a habesha (Ethiopian) dress sells for two thousand and more. I am glad that Habesha's dress is so loved. On the other hand it makes me sad. In a country where habesa dress is a tradition, in a country where silk is produced in every village, in a country where cotton production has not disappeared, it annoys me that it costs like this. And in an age when our women are far from their cultural dress, I am happy to see that habesa dress is the dress of the great and honorable people. Certainly, I believe that our women's clothing would not be so loved if it turned into a skirt. Here, I am not saying that women should wear traditional clothes regularly, but it would be good if they respect their religion, culture and tradition and don't change their look to Western style clothes, but go back to themselves, hide their privacy and enhance their beauty. This manifestation of modernity has made us worse, but we should not have a doubt that it will not end up making women street dwellers, but it can also make men balcony dwellers and stew tasters. Let me tell you an experience.
One day, one of my sisters came from my homeland (countryside) to visit me. I respect my sister very much. I promised her to visit Addis Ababa the day after she arrived, so I visited the main parts of our city. There is nothing I hate more than going around Addis Ababa, but it became my job to go around Addis Ababa to the point where she said it was enough not to offend my beloved sister. When I'm very tired and bored, I make excuses and say let's have tea, coffee or lunch. In this situation, when we went to every cafe, every entertainment place, every hotel, every...., our destination became a piazza. As it was late in the day, the piazza was full of chaos. The road is narrow and the man rushes together like an ant. Due to the chaos, it seems that people only runs to Arada Giorgis.
Even though my sister didn't give me a report, she spent it scanning and observing everything. Since we had to rest in Piazza, we went to a cafe and ate. She and I were in front of the main cafe, and her position allowed her to survey the chaos of people inside and outside the cafe. As soon as we sat down, a girl with a red face like an egg came and flipped the menu in front of us. My sister ordered an orange tea and I ordered a white latte. My sister observes everything left and right, front and back. There are more women than men in the cafe. Let's call it a man to date woman to a cafe. The clothes these women wore (though not clothes that did not cover the nudity) some of them exposed the chest and showed artificial breasts, some of them were so short that they even showed their modesty when they sat down, some of them were open from the top to the bottom and exposed from the hair to the nails, some of them had torn pants, and some of the women wore ragged cloths that did not even add a handkerchief. They put it below their waist.
My sister, who watched all this closely, seemed to be a little lost in thought, and then said, "But boys, how did you get into debt? How did you get into a lot of pain? What did you do?" She said keeping her eyes on me. I pretended not to understand her feelings, "what?" I told her. "Look left and right. Do you see a woman dressed in formal clothes? ...… You are indeed very powerful. It is surprising that you do not grow up against your wives while looking at such a revealing thing. All this is better for seducing and cheating," she said, frowning in frustration. I am really confused when my sister gets angry. But I did not buy them; I didn't announce a proclamation to wear it. It would be good if they kept their culture, traditions and customs, but I couldn't to make it? I thought that their identity had been forgotten and replaced by Europeans. I said covering him. "And what's wrong with us? But you are the ones who suffer seeing this kind of body," she said, her eyes watching my running in imagination. "Oh my sister...…one thing I forgot. You like pizza, don't you!" I said and ordered the waitress to bring the pizza. The pizza arrived soon after. I tasted the pizza that came and ordered her to eat it. I told her that I didn't need to drag her to eat and she continued to eat. Surprisingly, she said, "I've had enough" without even three bites of the mouth-watering pizza. I asked her to eat and she refused. After paying for it, we took it home with a feeling that it had not been tasted.
When the night comes, Addis Ababa taxis turn into city buses, so when we got home, we were piled on top of each other like luggage. When we were about to go into the house to eat dinner, I said to her, "You don't want the pizza." Her face filled with clouds, "I'm sorry am not interested to eat it, but let's try to eat," and she unwrapped the package with black face. That lovely pizza mix and confused. Her face suddenly lit up like the dawn and she said, "Oh, this is not edible, it's spoiled," with a relieved feeling. "Sit down and let's have dinner," I said. Surprisingly, while we are having dinner at home, she tells her that she is angry with women. "Look, this pizza is so good; it tastes sweet. It attracts people. It is expensive for the time being. This pizza is highly popular because it is proven to be naturally perishable. Since we were confirmed, and because I was spoiled, you were disgusted and you broke this while you had to eat. Our feelings are no different for the women you have seen before and with whom you have been dating until now. There is not a man who would surrender his emblem to something trampled, stripped, fallen, defiled, and lost. Instead, pray that you don't end up with a marriage that is being judged en masse" I said and continued our meal with a smile.