It Will Arrive Like a Holdup Man
April 24, 2009The night of Thursday of the midmonth of July 2008 at the twentieth hour came a thief that stole the possessions of the non-expecting, leaving them of nothing but raw slashes on their uncovered skin by a rusty knife.
This is not metaphorical. This is real.
That night was a revelation of how imbalanced the world has been and the contradictions that resulted from it. That night there were lucky and there were not. There were unfed and well-possessed. There were the silent and the courageous. That night I realized that material things don’t matter when life itself is the payment. But somehow, there were persons that night who would risk something more valuable, as life, for fake riches that cannot be brought to heaven or hell. That night there were people who gripped the easy handles of knives to get through the struggles of the whispering hunger. That night was the night of all lessons. That night was learning. That night was an experience you can selflessly trade off, but you rather keep it for some reasons you still don’t know. That night I thought of all the persons I love.
A question interrupted me: What if I died that night because I’ve given more importance to keep that iPod rather than paid attention to that man’s pointed, impaling thing. I’m sure it’s not worth the risk. But, somehow I managed to get through it. I say that was because of a seemingly divine help. What I care about now wass that how the thief could get through the night, and the rest of his life regretting a hideous act. I guessed that was not my problem anymore.
11:48 pm
July 17, 2008
“Thanks for dropping by! 
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