•• وقفتُ متأملاً أمام كلمتين هزتا مضجعه: «الناس يراقبونني».. عرفتُ من كلامه وإحساسه؛ أن «همهمة» من قلق سكنت وجدانه، وكأن «ثعباناً» لئيماً يستعد لابتلاعه.. وأن «غمغمة» من خوف لازمت قلبه، وكأن «قنبلة» متفجرة خُبّئت تحت جلده.. شعور استوطن عمقه فحوَّل منظوره للحياة إلى لغة سرية، ونظرته لذاته إلى شفرة خفية.. فلم يستطع التحدث بتلك اللغة، ولم يتمكّن من فك تلك الشفرة.
•• بعضنا يتهرّب من أوهام مراقبة الناس له بتدوين يومياته السلبية بخيالات لا واقع لها.. طريقة عقيمة تلمع أمامه فيفوِّت على نفسه المسلك الصحيح لكيفية اقتناص المتعة.. يبث متاعبه لغيره بدمعات تصاحب كلامه، وكأنه سحابة تبحث عن أرض شقيقة لتغرقه بماء السماء.. تجربة مريرة يعيشها إنسان تخلِّف في دواخله رجفة تُلقي به إلى التهلكة.. وربما تبعده عن الحياة البهيجة سنوات ضوئية.
•• هناك من تطارده أفكاره الحزينة في كل مناسبة وفي كل مكان، وكأنه يسجل رقماً قياسياً في التفكير.. تنتابه صدمات أحزان مؤلمة فيمر نهاره عليه كارثياً.. يسيطر عليه «الحزن» كما ينبغي للحزن أن يصير.. ينام ليلاً على حزن، ويصحو صباحاً على حزن.. يقف عاجزاً أمام أحزانه لا يعرف ماذا يفعل!.. يفزع إلى الدموع كلما غلب عليه الحزن، كطفل تختفي ملامحه بالبكاء.
•• من يرد «جنتلة» نفسه ويطبعها بالمثالية؛ فليحصِّنها بذِكِر الله، ويقوّيها بـ«الحوقلة».. ومن يتمنى تواري هزائمه المترصدة؛ فليزرع الأمل في حياته لتكون ذات قيمة.. ومن يَوَدُّ جعل صباحاته أجمل الصباحات؛ فليجمِّلها بنفس عميق دون انكسار.. ومن يشأ أن يهبه الناس متنفساً في دنيا الاختناق؛ فليبح بما لديه من فكر وعلم وتجربة، لا ببث همومه ومشاكله وأحزانه.. كل الحلول تؤدي إلى الابتسامة الدائمة.
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•• I stood contemplating two words that shook his core: "People are watching me." From his words and feelings, I understood that a "murmur" of anxiety resided in his soul, as if a "malicious snake" was preparing to swallow him. And that a "muttering" of fear clung to his heart, as if an explosive "bomb" was hidden beneath his skin. A feeling that settled deep within him transformed his perspective on life into a secret language, and his view of himself into a hidden code. He could not speak that language, nor could he decipher that code.
•• Some of us evade the illusions of people watching them by writing down their negative diaries filled with fantasies that have no reality. An unproductive way that shines before them, causing them to miss the right path to seize joy. They share their troubles with others through tears accompanying their words, as if they are a cloud searching for a sister land to drown it with the water of the sky. A bitter experience lived by a person that leaves a tremor within them, throwing them into destruction. And perhaps it distances them from a joyful life by light-years.
•• There are those who are haunted by their sad thoughts at every occasion and in every place, as if they are setting a record in thinking. They are struck by painful sorrows, making their day catastrophic. "Sadness" dominates them as it should. They sleep at night with sadness and wake up in the morning with sadness. They stand helpless before their sorrows, not knowing what to do! They flee to tears whenever sadness overwhelms them, like a child whose features disappear in crying.
•• Whoever wishes to "refine" themselves and imprint it with idealism; let them fortify it with the remembrance of God, and strengthen it with "Hawqala." And whoever wishes to conceal their lurking defeats; let them plant hope in their life to give it value. And whoever wants to make their mornings the most beautiful of mornings; let them beautify it with a deep breath without breaking. And whoever desires to give people a breath of fresh air in a suffocating world; let them share what they have of thought, knowledge, and experience, not by broadcasting their worries, problems, and sorrows. All solutions lead to a lasting smile.
•• Some of us evade the illusions of people watching them by writing down their negative diaries filled with fantasies that have no reality. An unproductive way that shines before them, causing them to miss the right path to seize joy. They share their troubles with others through tears accompanying their words, as if they are a cloud searching for a sister land to drown it with the water of the sky. A bitter experience lived by a person that leaves a tremor within them, throwing them into destruction. And perhaps it distances them from a joyful life by light-years.
•• There are those who are haunted by their sad thoughts at every occasion and in every place, as if they are setting a record in thinking. They are struck by painful sorrows, making their day catastrophic. "Sadness" dominates them as it should. They sleep at night with sadness and wake up in the morning with sadness. They stand helpless before their sorrows, not knowing what to do! They flee to tears whenever sadness overwhelms them, like a child whose features disappear in crying.
•• Whoever wishes to "refine" themselves and imprint it with idealism; let them fortify it with the remembrance of God, and strengthen it with "Hawqala." And whoever wishes to conceal their lurking defeats; let them plant hope in their life to give it value. And whoever wants to make their mornings the most beautiful of mornings; let them beautify it with a deep breath without breaking. And whoever desires to give people a breath of fresh air in a suffocating world; let them share what they have of thought, knowledge, and experience, not by broadcasting their worries, problems, and sorrows. All solutions lead to a lasting smile.
