Since it is true that the more the sand “has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it”, I see the true colors of folks within my reach. And so any promise made becomes only necessity of the past, what’s happening now is the necessity of the present.
When the “Now” speaks it says, we are products of the environment. Refusing to stretch aid to our neighbors only assures individuality and greediness of tomorrow. We are the machines that keep this world spinning tilted. We are responsible for the rivers of the earth’s overflowing blood. We are the source of our children’s mind twisted. We are the source of their imagination folded. We are the halt on flow. We are the future with nowhere to go. How will I grow?
I’m pleading that you may take a look in the mirror, hoping you can see this distorted reflection of self. My name is Sahara; I am thirsty for the better of our posterity. My name is Jerusalem; I am the genesis of great destiny. My name is Ramadan; I’m starving for humanity…
