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1.       A doll

 

A beautiful born baby

 

Was treated like a doll

 

“I’m not a doll”

 

Was a blazing concealed voice

 

of a numb face

 

 

 

For my smallness

 

and their determination

 

I surrendered to their ignorance

 

till I learned to speak

 

 

 

2- Birth

 

 

 

A crawling new born

 

checking her new world.

 

Chains were broken.

 

The uterus walls expanded

 

wider space

 

new joys

 

I learned to walk

 

I learned to speak

 

I saw life

 

for the first time:

 

joyful,

 

luxurious,

 

intervened with sadness

 

discoveries

 

contradictions

 

misunderstandings

 

why is dark dark?

 

how to connect it to light?

 

My heart deeply sought

 

The sky responded

 

 

 

3- The Child

 

 

 

The new born

 

grew into a child

 

flared with knowing

 

enthusiastically drunk

 

with a manual in hands

 

dashing with knowledge

 

avid for more

 

and sharing:

 

“Look! Life is beautiful!

 

Give up your sorrow,

 

enjoy,

 

ignorant is the unhappy

 

let me show you.

 

A little thing I am

 

who knows a little that repairs:

 

connecting the light strengthens it;

 

light conquers darkness

 

and may transform it into light

 

and the darkest,

 

shall be avoided!”

 

 

 

Knowledgeable,

 

I thought I was.

 

I applied the instructions

 

the world got narrower

 

the light got weaker

 

Suffocation!

 

How could the instructions get me here?

 

The so called sacred!

 

With my little experience

 

and blind obedience,

 

I believed them.

 

I saw with their eyes

 

how I gave up being

 

for the sake of a mirage

 

that I created!

 

I started seeking the truth

 

and the essence of life

 

do instructions exist?

 

What’s sacred?

 

 

 

4- Adolescence

 

 

 

An unlimited world

 

Everything is permitted

 

but a little

 

that I decide

 

with my personality,

 

my mind,

 

my responsibility,

 

….. all referring to me.

 

An exciting world

 

of beauty and danger

 

to be responsible

 

towards myself,

 

my society

 

and my Creator.

 

 

 

My responsibility was limited.

 

Today  I set the borders!

 

 

 

Stepping into the world

 

with ignorance and pain

 

and immersive joy!

 

Compensations,

 

learning,

 

discoveries,

 

life… for the first time.

 

My ignorance jolted me

 

yet with my energy

 

and determination,

 

I moved on.

 

Two steps and I was struck

 

but love and support held me

 

two more steps,

 

another strike

 

love and support still existed

 

three steps and a strike

 

if it wasn’t for love,

 

I would’ve fallen apart.

 

One step, two and three,

 

a strike, a second and a third

 

the result was…

 

 

 

                5- Reformation

 

From a doll to late birth,

 

to childhood then adolescence,

 

a journey of malformation,

 

confusion and disarray.

 

Stuck between

 

an unclear present,

 

a future yet to form the present

 

and a past hindering the future.

 

I am no more myself

 

I am no foreign to me

 

but I don’t get me!

 

I hardly believe what I am

 

and dare not imagine

 

who I will be!

 

 

 

I don’t see myself as I used to

 

 nor do I see others as I used to.

 

Who are they?

 

Why are they seeing me like this?

 

Like a lost-memory patient

 

who knows not

 

how everybody recognizes him

 

while he does not!

 

Within my past life,

 

I wasn’t me!

 

I confused self monitoring

 

with self awareness!

 

 

 

Then I learned to dive

 

and I started to see my reality:

 

confused,

 

odd,

 

deformed,

 

beautiful,

 

harsh,

 

thinker,

 

writer,

 

influential,

 

wise,

 

naïve.

 

What a weirdo!

 

All words describing one being!

 

 

 

One day I’m confused and deformed,

 

harsh and hurtful.

 

or valueless,

 

 meaningless.

 

Another day I’m a thinker,

 

influential,

 

writer and wise.

 

Other days:

 

lost between both statuses!

 

How could I be

 

that wise, revolt and sound?

 

insignificant and unfit?

 

broken, wounded and small

 

strong, determined and bearing

 

a flame of enthusiasm that no one can impede

 

to heaviness

 

motionless.

 

 

 

Experts are required,

 

experts, friends and love,

 

then strength and balance;

 

faith and courage;

 

courage and faith

 

to renovate a structure

 

with a shaky base

 

and cracked walls.

 

 

 

The process requires surgeries

 

without analgesics

 

full consciousness

 

and full pain

 

to pull out naivety and fear

 

to motivate comprehension and awareness

 

treating fractures and distortions

 

and what is responsible of

 

seeing things as they are!

 

Will the surgeries work?

 

Will I be back to life?

 

With certainty, hope and eagerness

 

I’m all set  with a lancet in my hand!

 

 

 

                6- Rebirth

 

My bandage was removed

 

I see now

 

what I could not see before

 

yet has always been there

 

I feel refreshed,

 

proud and light.

 

My arms and legs are moveable,

 

the pain vanished.

 

I cheerily jumped

 

pushed the door

 

smacking who was behind it

 

I apologized

 

a silly apology!

 

 

 

Dancing in the hall

 

I saw a stretched arm to join me

 

In a magnificent dance

 

then they escaped

 

on my own

 

I will proceed my dance

 

 

 

In my room,

 

arranging piles:

 

this, I will get rid of

 

that, I will keep

 

and these are

 

interesting exciting blank pages.

 

This corner…

 

requires ages to organize.

 

 

 

As if pain never existed,

 

I’ve become a bird

 

Whose nest is the horizon

 

A bird?! Me?!

 

 

 

The world responds to my touch

 

like a magician!

 

No tyranny!

 

 

 

Each of us is a magician

 

The path to reach him is dreadful

 

The most beautiful dreadfulness!