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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