Where are you going, brother?
Why are you running away?
The place here is hell, and the place there is another hell, but with a flavor of false security.
Displacement is a journey of torment mixed with despair and sorrow, interwoven with the filth of earth and its inhabitants, and mixed with the naivety of the unknown in this wide-narrow space. It’s the escape from the reality of tragedy to the new-old reality of inhumanity.
Do you understand my words, brother?
He was silent for a while, then said: “I don’t care about the language’s indexes of words and terms. I want a house or something like it with a safe roof and walls that cover my weakness and vanity. After that, I will curse the language and its alphabets, and with it I will curse this filthy world.”
While saying these words, his eyes were filled with tears and blood, but he continued carrying his belongings on his exhausted shoulders, and unwillingly proceeded on the journey of displacement into the unknown, without knowing how the end would look like.
Displacement is part of the HELL.
Dr. Ali Tawil