•• منذ حداثة سني؛ كانت هناك لغة سرية بيني وبين إمتاع حياتي بمن حولي.. كنت أحب اقتناص متعة التقارب معهم.. تعلَّمت ذلك من جدي، يرحمه الله، الذي كان يريحني المكوث بين يديه.. كان مثل كتاب لا تمل من تقليبه.. كان مع من يجالسه كسحابة تبحث عن أرض تضخ فيها السماء الماء والبَرَد.. ذلك اليقين حوَّل منظوري للناس من الانفراد إلى المحبة.
•• هناك أناس ـ للأسف ـ يتفجر مثل «الديناميت» حين يختلف في وجهة نظر مع آخر.. يدخل العتب في عقله وفكره فيبدل علاقته مع من يختلف معه بمجرد رأي يرفضه أو كلام لا يعجبه.. ينشئ شفرة تفصيلية تصنع ذاته المريضة، فيتحول من نفس مُحبة إلى أخرى كارهة.. يرحل عن أصدقائه ومحبيه ومن حوله ولا يعلم أنه يموت في دواخلهم ويولد غيره.
•• وهناك أناس ـ لله درهم ـ مثل «الأريج المدهش» يجعل المكسور عجباً.. يُتعب من بعده بقدرته على امتصاص غضب الناس.. يبني لهم قصوراً من الورود مغرقة بالندى ليزرع حدائق بهية من المحبة.. يمتطي سحابات السماء ليمطر عليهم ماء المودة.. يخفق قلبه كعاصفة لينير لهم ياقوتة الإخاء.. تلك هي الصورة الإنسانية التي رسمتها يد إنسان استخدم أفضل الطرق لمراوغة ألم الحياة.
•• وبين «أريج» أبيض ضي يقدس الحب فيضيء للناس ضني السنين، كصاحب المعطف الأبيض يضمد الجراح.. وبين «ديناميت» تافه فج يحسب أنه مهم، يطفئ كل ومضة نور بحثاً عن تمزيق الأشلاء.. بين الاثنين المتعاكسين؛ معركة حب وكراهية تنتصر فيها القيم التي تجسد حياة «النفس المطمئنة»، وتهدم أمامها مسرحيات «النفس الأمارة بالسوء».. وتلك هي النفائس العظمي التي تشع منها شمس محبة البشر.
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•• Since my early years, there has been a secret language between me and the joy of life with those around me.. I loved seizing the pleasure of closeness with them.. I learned this from my grandfather, may God have mercy on him, who comforted me by having me stay in his presence.. He was like a book you never tire of flipping through.. He was with those who sat with him like a cloud searching for land to pour the sky's water and hail into.. That certainty transformed my perspective of people from isolation to love.
•• There are people — unfortunately — who explode like "dynamite" when they disagree with someone else's viewpoint.. Grievance enters their mind and thought, altering their relationship with those they disagree with based on a rejected opinion or words they dislike.. They create a detailed code that shapes their sick self, transforming from a loving soul to a hateful one.. They distance themselves from their friends and loved ones around them, unaware that they are dying within them and giving birth to someone else.
•• And there are people — may God bless them — like the "amazing fragrance" that turns the broken into wonder.. They tire others with their ability to absorb people's anger.. They build palaces of roses drenched in dew to plant beautiful gardens of love.. They ride the clouds of the sky to rain down on them the water of affection.. Their hearts beat like a storm to illuminate for them the ruby of brotherhood.. This is the human image painted by the hand of a person who used the best ways to evade the pain of life.
•• Between the "fragrance" of a pure white that sanctifies love and illuminates for people my fleeting years, like the owner of the white coat who bandages wounds.. and between a trivial, crude "dynamite" that thinks it is important, extinguishing every spark of light in search of tearing apart bodies.. between these two opposites; a battle of love and hatred takes place, where the values that embody the life of the "contented soul" triumph, and the plays of the "soul that commands evil" are demolished before it.. And these are the greatest treasures from which the sun of human love shines.
•• There are people — unfortunately — who explode like "dynamite" when they disagree with someone else's viewpoint.. Grievance enters their mind and thought, altering their relationship with those they disagree with based on a rejected opinion or words they dislike.. They create a detailed code that shapes their sick self, transforming from a loving soul to a hateful one.. They distance themselves from their friends and loved ones around them, unaware that they are dying within them and giving birth to someone else.
•• And there are people — may God bless them — like the "amazing fragrance" that turns the broken into wonder.. They tire others with their ability to absorb people's anger.. They build palaces of roses drenched in dew to plant beautiful gardens of love.. They ride the clouds of the sky to rain down on them the water of affection.. Their hearts beat like a storm to illuminate for them the ruby of brotherhood.. This is the human image painted by the hand of a person who used the best ways to evade the pain of life.
•• Between the "fragrance" of a pure white that sanctifies love and illuminates for people my fleeting years, like the owner of the white coat who bandages wounds.. and between a trivial, crude "dynamite" that thinks it is important, extinguishing every spark of light in search of tearing apart bodies.. between these two opposites; a battle of love and hatred takes place, where the values that embody the life of the "contented soul" triumph, and the plays of the "soul that commands evil" are demolished before it.. And these are the greatest treasures from which the sun of human love shines.
