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Miss ML (she called her self one time sweet sin and in another time she called herself the Lady with a pen. I just don't know to whome I am talking now, yet I feel I need to feedback) is an old friend, from the USA. She never seen me and I never laid an eye on her, yet we kept talking to each other as if we knew each other before mankind know even how to write. The truth is she writes poetry much much better than me. But I try my best to learn from her and cope.

(and between me and you, besides her ability to write, she can make a perfect sister. She can nicely fill the space that my sister left when she went away. That was long time ago according to your calendars, one hour ago according to my mind!)

She consulted me as an old friend whether to go to Turkey for the holiday or somewhere else. I said: I suggest Turkey. There is an old history, waiting to be read over there.

3 days, she replied: my Boyfriend prefers to go to England.

I said: even in England I had so much experience. I can tell you so much about England:

England is a very good place to visit. I have been there for so many times. You could say that I tried to measure the country. I, also, enjoyed doing some readings in it’s history.

My first visit to England was 1975. My two brothers used to go to school over there and they sent me an invitation.

That was in the pre-Mr Beans era. post_the Beatles days. 5 years before the Monkees disbanded. 11 years before they reunited. About 6 years after the death of Lennon. Maybe, at the time when Paul McCartney decided to stand up and sing alone. Maybe.  I am not very good in history, but I love as you can see Geography.

In London, there are many museums, many night clubs and many interesting crosses and corners.

And if you have the time to lose yourself in the country sides (as I did), then you will be surprised to hear and see everything say something to you, starting from the greeny heights (remember Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte) ending with old castles. The mute nation got so much to say.

And if you happened to see anyone who claims to be related in any way to Isaac Newton, Charles Darwin, Charles Dickens, T. S. Elliotn or even Charley Chaplin, say Fahad admits that he has an Old debit yet to be paid. They were my Teachers. I had to run away before I get the chance to pay the fees of learning. When I came back to pay, I found them all have gone away.

To sum up, England was a very good friend. Especially since it is situated between here and over there (between her and me, when I had to leave the USA, I looked left and right, looking for a place to cry my old time friend Sandra Buenu! When England stretched her hands saying: come babe, we still have a space for weirdos to hide and cry and very pretty flowers and an infinite green space over there (and she like a compass pointed somewhere). I raised my confused head to ask: where?

She said: over there, in the Hyde Park there, Don’t You see?

I said: I see a park over there, but what makes it so different from any Park anywhere?

She said: dumby, we have the Speakers corner, Don’t you like to speak?

I felt as if I got convinced by the mere dignifying title she gave me (i.e., Dumby),

So, I handed her my bag and followed her like a puppy! (just to see the Hyde Park, since I felt in need for a place to hide and park)

  Next day, I went to the speakers corner. I didn’t find the 

courage to utter, not because I feel afraid of speaking in public but cause, I feel afraid that people may not understand what I try to say. I never learned the art of articulation. But anyway, I enjoyed listening

One week later, I felt so bored, I wanted to go back home (there is a family waiting to see me carrying to them my Master’s Degree, as if my Degree a political or national Flag!), but I couldn’t do anything without the permission of the lady, even changing my underwear is a matter that demands her permission! The Lady won’t let me go! Why? She wants to keep me? Why? May be she looks at me as a pet or an ancient antique. But in one fortunate day, I happened to look from the window to see the Lady getting busy with some catch that seems much more delicious than me. So, I made the best of the occasion, I carried my bag and run back home.

Now, I write to you from home. Not out of so much happiness. There are many ladies here who wants to use me for the same purpose in the same scenario. One night I got drunk and angry and I shouted: If you are obsessed that much of acting come, let’s make movie that never been made before! Within a fraction of a second, the whole society came to hit me. They know, for sure, how to hit. They made me wish I’m dead. But, as they say in Egypt, the unhappy live longer. Therefore no power can silent a mind.

I think I must stop now. Not that I run out of words but because I run out of ink. I will go to the shop by the corner to buy some ink and I will be back within a minute (by the way, I have a joke about god and the minute. But I fear to say it, lest the society may come and hit me again)

 Anyway, before I forget or get lost in the disorder, I wrote something last lost night that you may like to waste your time and energy looking at:

http://www.postpoems.org/authors/humanpulse/poem/957344

Fahad.

Hello Nawal! Do you hear me… Hello, yes I’m calling to schedule an appointment with you. I have been trying to reach you for about  300 hundred years …  let’s …. yes, still trying! ! what? You don’t hear me now? How come you heard me last time when I called you from Jupiter!? Just because …. Just because I didn’t bring with me Jupiterian dollars! still I can use my interstellar visa card!

She: I don’t accept credit cards!

He: You don’t? Okay I go home bring some cash and come back to pay for your professional services. I really need your type of therapy, I came to you from the edge of the Universe? Just wait here I will bring you themoney you want but just don’t go away

She: and where exactly your fucken home?

He: in the same neighborhood, just around the corner of the milky way

She: and how far is that from here?

He: not very far, about 1 or 2 light years

She: okay, go get me the cash but don’t be late

He: I promise to come as quick as I can… just keep waiting.

(Note: 1 light year = 10 million million kilometers  )

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ICrkff9R7Sk

I run out of ink, I mean my battery … would you recharge me again please Nawal? No one over there knows that I work on a battery. And while you are at it, do you think Nawal that you can redesign me and reprogram me so that I can write in a much softer tone of voice? People seem to turn away when I start to sing! When can I meet you Nawal  in order to sit with you, listen to you and inherit some of your magic? When? Can you make me an appointment or should I go back to consult my traditional disappointment? What shall I do please tell me Nawal!

A voice from inside got involved in my private internal monologue: whom r u talking to man? Have you lost your marbles?

I: I don’t think so, the last time I checked they were still hanging with me

The voice: didn’t I tell you not to (pla pla pla )

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I AM SORRY FOR BOTHERING YOU, I KNOCKED AT YOUR DOOR JUST TO MAKE SURE YOU ARE ALL ALRIIGHT. I swear to mother nature! I didn’t mean to cause any social disturbance or disorder. IF YOU DON’T BELIEVE ME ASK MY FRIEND, NAWAL. Come Nawal speak to them:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gLfQd2Z5ePw

She is also a believer like you! Now would you please release me and let me go?

Fahad Al Fayez.