Sunday, June 03, 2007

The Prison Of My Childhood


No right to go out…
No right to have friends, because everyone is intentionally bad…
The political parties are recruiting the youth groups, and planting their " revolutionary ideas "… they simply learn everyone to hate every other one… even they want us to die just to make their leaders more rich… and they want us to kill and be killed , while their children are staying away, surely for the preservation of the royal blood… who will govern us if they die ? !
Normaly they put criminals in prison… but in my case it was to save me from them…
I never faced life… what you are seeing now was the only thing i was permitted to admire, just to protect me from seeing the blood…

Surrounded by books, stories and photos… drowned by words, i learned how to describe the whole world and how to understand everyone…
Was it good ? Was it bad ?
I can’t answer by myself… but all what i know is that i don’t stop fighting day and night to leave… and live…

1 comment:

Moussa said...

Dear Sassine,
Thank you for your wonderful reflection on your "prisoned" childhood, Thanks to our warlords so called "Leaders". I share your experience and I was moved by how profoundly you describe it. We were all prisoned behind bars or robbed of any real and free life if we even dared to go outside. We have to fight for our children not to be live the unfortunate experience of many Lebanese for many years. Keep up the good work. Peace,
-= Moussa =-
http:///www.fotoreflection.com