There was a time when men and women spent their days lost in thought, trying to forge the tales and stories that are the subject of childish muses, and at some point, perhaps a long time ago, I myself was smitten by the splendor of these sweet, clear ideas; of muses and nymphs dancing beneath the silvery glow of the pallid ball where Nyx, a powerful nocturnal entity, hastens to enflame young and old with her dazzling passage. And I've spent countless nights at my bedside thinking: why do fairy tales always have happy endings?
And why has mine, now in autumn, not yet found a happy ending? I'm telling you, my children, a story you've never heard before, between truth and fiction ,and as someone who used to sit on his knees to hear the sweet stories our forefathers told us, I've become one of them, so listen up, my children, and listen carefully .
In a small country of the East, lived happy men and women, in abundance, in a city whose splendor had no equal on this earth, this one; twin of Atlantis, erected its rigid walls to the heavens : which in turn were reflected in the threads of Tetys running along either side of the green hills, where the lizards basked in the sun and the shepherds in their modest garb grazed their flocks under the golden rays, where the majestic turrets surrounding the city shimmered, adorned with marvellous gargoyles once said to be of divine origin. Seven temples forged in the rock by ancient civilizations also stood out, and their alternating steps, half-swallowed by nature, which took back what was rightfully hers, outlined long paths that ended in an immense waterfall: the city's central feature, feeding all its rivers.
At the base of this waterfall were willows and hundreds of flowering trees that grew generously at their base mushrooms.dew-covered flowers had settled there as far as the eye could see.
And animals of all kinds lived there. Not to mention the splendid music of the white doves that spread their wings freely in the august sky of the city of dreams - which from the outside looked smaller, but just as splendid - could be heard.
Neighbors were brothers and brothers were neighbors. Serenity reigned everywhere, and mercy and compassion were its allies.
At dawn, the men set off into the forest to cut olive and oak wood, beacause the winter was getting cold, and on their return home, when the sun grew tired, the logs in one hand and the game in the other, they sat down to a most noble banquet, although sometimes having hunted nothing at all, they all went to bed hungry. The women, on the other hand, would get up early in the morning and, having had their coffee and ironed all the local ragout, would hurry about the housework and prepare dinner. And then, as night fell, everyone gathered once again and cries of joy and festivity could be heard from one mountain to another, the sound of rababs, neys, trumpets and, in a burelesque tone, saucepans for the youngest, sounded like an offering to the gods: I presume. And in a vague recollection, the burning pyres used to roast game were the responsibility of the bearded white-haired men, as a sign of respect from the younger ones, who in turn had the duty of cleaning the rifles and weapons for the following day. And they were all emboldened by the idea that one day, when they came of age, they too would go hunting in bands to feed their families. The country was prosperous, and merchants from all over came to sell their wares; poverty was vulnerable, embraced by love and fraternity; no one asked for charity or compassion, no one needed it !
But as I said: after every spring comes winter, and after every smile comes sorrow, so that one day the old snake instilled malice and cruelty into the ears of these men, and a dark cloud descended upon the inhabitants, and their thoughts were suddenly turned upside down, their hearts, which had once flowed with love, gradually filled with hatred and terror. And just as the sinner is guilty before the law by simple consent, so everyone used his days to erect own glory, the ultimate sin!
Grudge spread like the plague and vindictive desire found its kingdom among those who had once been the fruit of the same bunch. The cause was simple: why not? lies and illusions! They were all duppers.
CURSE !!!
the malicious instincts that began to take over, got the better of the mercy that once reigned, and war broke out!
Men and women began to fight, and the young men who had once dreamed of hunting together became each other's prey, the axes that had once been used to chop wood became tools of murder, and the cries of joy that had once gone up to heaven were overtaken by the wailing of mothers mourning their children, fathers raped their children and mothers killed their husbands, a brother strangled his neighbor on pain of betrayal, a fiancé gouged out his bride's eyes for lack of dignity, and the situation continued to worsen day after day, reaching as far as the neighboring towns, which in the past ; were jealous of the prosperity of these inhabitants and joined the battle with guns and cannons.bloody battles followed one another, each one more robust and devastating than the last, amassing an ever-increasing number of souls for the underground kingdom. The war gained ground and devastation and reached the ( Buttes du Thym )several kilometers away ,where a young man was preparing to fight with ferocious courage for the principle and cause he and his two childhood companions had been there long before the war, and seeing it approach in all its glory : standing on the cliffs, felt their hearts fill with the courage and tenacity to prevail. The sound of mytrails rang out and the three daredevils rushed forward to try and survive this appocalipse, but to no avail. The two companions died, and their friend: trying to save their remains, found himself shot from head to toe. This grim day was known as the ( Lake of Blood. )
The artillery that this war brought down on the men was unprecedented, and all that could be seen was ashes and smoke that camouflaged the sunlight for weeks. Never in the history of this country had men and women fought with such ferocity, this was the main cause of the even greater chaos ; where neighboring countries only made the situation worse with their glorious speeches and succeeded in further separating the people into religious regions... And if one of them inadvertently crossed a neighboring boundary, he was seen dead to serve as an example to other adventurers ... Here comes the civil war !
the city of dreams was half-demolished, the steps of its marvellous paths destroyed and the nature that had once lived there reduced to ashes. the trees were burnt and the flowers whose aroma once filled the surrounding area were mutilated and trampled by the infamous warriors, the bare weeping willows no longer even bear their name and the grass that was watered by the bloodthirsty cup of the lovers , once was their nightly bed for admiring the constellations, has also died afflicted...
the temples of the city were plundered and the walls, which were so polished that they appeared golden in the light of day were darkened by the dreadful passage of cannon bullets. Sentries, whose duty in peacetime had once been to watch merchants find their supplies, suddenly found themselves spying on the enemy or the confused brother, and were no longer even there.the city's turrets were deserted, and the doves that had once spread their wings in the azure sky, indignant at the sight, left the survivors a most sad sky, and left the place that had been their home for centuries, leaving no hope of return.
An unshakeable silence fell over the land and its inhabitants, who were shocked by the devastation wrought by their cruelty .sad fate! everyone had lost at least one loved one, but the memory was clearer: never before had anyone seen such a dark gleam in the eyes of brothers and sisters, a madness shining in their pupils reminiscent of Cain's madness towards his brother Habel . The hatred that possessed them was immense, and no one could be recognized ....
The war was no longer gaining ground, as it no longer had enough souls to take under its wing, even if it was still active from time to time. The borders, meanwhile, where occasional battles still broke out, were in a state of mourning, thanks to the presence of a few innocent souls, who only wished to end their days in a world of peace and serenity.Three days later (the lake of blood), a period of respite finally descended on the hills of thyme, the sun rose again and the grass began to grow again. A shepherd brought out his flock and, having dozed off in the grass moistened by the morning dew, woke up to the bleating of a goat he thought had been attacked by a fox - a frequent occurrence in the region... But the man was surprised by something quite different, he found an unrecognizable young man under the debris. His heart was still beating, even after three days of blood loss alone in the wild.
It was in 1975 that this valiant man took the dying man to soothe his wounds. Berthe, the man's sister, thought he was dead when she heard the news, but was shocked to see her brother, whom she took so long to recognize, suffering so much. In those days, when medicine was still proving its worth, diagnoses were slightly uncertain, but despite this, this man's brain death or (coma) was knocking at her door... Three months passed and the war calmed down somewhat, but there was still no sign of recovery for the daredevil.
Enough! The doctors confirmed that this was the end . Death was inevitable, the heart faded and night fell on everyone like a curtain.
Tears abounded on the cheeks of those who had been faithfully awaiting a miraculous resurrection, having spent their days in the temple serving offerings ...Funeral preparations were underway: oelleits, chrysanthemums and multiple letters of farewell were written that night. The next day, when the mournful rooster crowed, everyone went to the mass grave: -reserved for the most destitute victims and martyrs of this war, whose rousing cries seemed to escape as if from a deep abyss into the light of day. to fulfill the appropriate religious dogmas. Two mysterious-looking men dressed entirely in black took the flowers and placed them on the coffin, in which shrouds and sheets were wrapped. shrouds and sheets surrounded the deceased. The hymns suddenly muffled the unsettling silence in the air, and the pleasant cloud of incense masked the smell of the unmummified corpses. At that very moment, a dark cloud darkened the day even more, and suddenly, a firm thump struck the coffin from within. "GOOD HEAVENS!!!". Some of the sad guests immediately fled, thinking the end of time had come. However, it was a different matter altogether: divine grace had fallen upon this young man, and it was his sister who took courage and opened the coffin to find out for herself the man was alive and well! they pulled him out of the white sheets that surrounded him, and took him immediately to the nearest hospital.
But as good cannot exist without evil, and light can only express itself in darkness, he did not emerge unscathed from his misfortunes. Standing on his legs, several months later, he understood that the lie in which he saw freedom had finally taken its toll on his arm, his lung, his kidney and the alteration of his senses: Now half deafened by the sound of explosions and losing an eye ... - the arm he had lost had remained where it was found, but a valiant friend, himself a victim of war, went there to bring back the missing bone. The arm was returned to its rightful place, but only for aesthetic reasons - it was useless! -
His intellectual faculties were also impaired: he developed epilepsy as a result of the explosives that hit his skull during the battle, and a large part of his brain was removed to limit the damage. And to this day, a rifle bullet persists in his brain, having been unable to remove it. The name of this young man is Jamil, who at the age of 21
was to embark on a new life totally different from his previous one.
Will he succeed?
.....To follow.....
Chapter two : the heavy prophecy
Moral:
Jamil's story is a true one, and the diagnoses are still there, as are the analyses of his skull, outlined below.
Jamil was the victim of the prevailing ignorance of his time, along with thousands of other men. The civil war claimed more than 150,000 lives. And for what reason?
Nobody asked for anything, they didn't live in respect of other people's principles but rather in evasion. This was the main cause of the war, which gave greedy and criminal politicians the idea of setting fire to the people and seeing them burn anything that defied them. The citizens then began to think in a certain way, and given the simplicity of spirit in which they lived, each new idea made them lean slightly more towards the extreme. The free will available to man was then perverted in them by the approach of priests and men of religion, who mixed politics with church and spiritual deeds, making ignorance grow more and more .The people then killed each other to justify the legitimacy of their religion and beliefs, despite the fact that no religion legitimizes murder or war. The poor inhabitants were duped into glorifying themselves (through theft, malice and religious dominance) at the expense of others, and became the main diversion that enslaves them and keeps them in its suffocating fist to this day. (Politicians took advantage of the situation to amass countless riches).
conclusion: sincere respect for others makes all the difference! Respect each other, there's no mercy in war!🖤