Tuesday 24 February 2015

HE





He kept preaching, promising and inspiring them, he saw the light, believed in freedom, dignity and pride. Moving around them, throwing the seeds of a different tomorrow among the desperate souls. Touching their hearts and awakening their old buried dreams.
They leaned on his courage and strength, considered him their hero; they gave him a divine flair. Each day they add to him more, whatever they lack he will have by default. For them, now he is the hero, the one who can defeat for them, all the evils of the universe. The one who will change their lives, destinies and despair. But the hero was aware, he was one of them, an ordinary man. Not a hero, and not a miracle but just someone who dares. One who longed for freedom, a man who felt the injustice and could not bear.
His mother was silent, yet she knew how people could push their hero to death and then cry. How many gods were created and then killed by the cowardness of man? Her fears increased with their gossips and complaints; as the voices were heard in every lane. He shouted ‘Tomorrow is done by your own hands, freedom is only what you need’. The oppressed did not understand, they wanted bread, they wanted gold, they wanted someone to promise, and convince them just to wait.
His enemies were quick and ready; they knew how weak his fellows were. His friends started to divide the kingdom, the one he drew in air. The hero, felt the danger, but now it was too late. His mother cried and tried to save him from this fate.
They killed the hero, the one that they had made. Did they betray him? Was he too pure to be among them? Do they really deserve dignity, freedom and all his other dreams?
Some people mourned him, but the majority at that time did not really care. The lanes became empty and silent; the oppressed missed his words, his hope and his dreams. The years had passed, and as the oppressed gave birth to oppressed, the land was still in chains. But people are still waiting for him; it is always easier to wait.
I heard this story in Toledo and Granada and now I see it in Palestine!

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