•• حدوتة حزينة سمعتها في برنامج تلفازي اجتماعي.. حكاية ممزوجة بين انحناء لظروف الزمان، ومن ينتظر أن يدق أحدهم بابه ليشدُّ له ظهره.. حكاية من نشِب تحت عجلات قطار الحياة ينشد أحداً من البشر يساعده على العبور.. حكاية من توارى خلف التلال ينتظر من يرتق له سُقُم الحياة.. حكاية من تاق إلى فرح السعداء لإسكات بكائه الذي سببته له آلامه الغاضبة.
•• هذا البائس سيطرت عليه حياة قنوطة من كل الاتجاهات فلم يشعر بطعم الوجود.. عاش حياته دون تنفس طبيعي فتراكم عليه غبار السنين، لتصيبه أوجاع الزمان في مقتل.. خشيَ شرب ماء الحياة النقية فصارت ضحكاته نائمة.. صنع ثقباً في وجه الحياة فجعل كل شيء حوله دامعاً.. باختصار؛ رفض نفحات الخالق ورحماته عليه، فلم يستطع مغادرة أحزانه لتغيب عنه بركات الرحمن الرحيم.
•• هناك مراحل حساسة في رحلة حياتنا بين منتصر ومهزوم.. فئة منتصرة مطمئنة لم تشتكِ جراحات الزمن فأخفق الزمان في ابتلاعها.. ميزت بين مرحلة وأخرى بأرصدة كافية من الخبرة والتجارب فسيطرت على المستقبل.. وفئة أخرى مهزومة جبانة ركبت فُرُساً عرجاء فمرت حياتها بفم فاغر لا تتمكن بعدها من بناء جديد لذاتها.. نشرت قميص أحزانها على حِبال الصدفة فتحولت حياتها إلى ندابة.
•• السير فوق رمال الحياة السعيدة طريق طويل لا ينتهي إلا بالموت.. منا من يتفاقم عليه الألم ويعجز التعود عليه، فيأتيه «الأمل» لينام ساكناً في حضن الليل.. ومنا من تمر عليه أيام قيظ الصيف فتأتيه أيام أخرى يشعر معها بصقيع الشتاء.. ومنا من يفرح بصمت ويحزن بصمت، فتنصر على جبال الجزع.. فمن يوصد الباب على آلامه لن يبكي، والرجال لا يبكون.
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•• A sad tale I heard on a social television program... A story mixed with bending to the circumstances of time, and of someone waiting for someone to knock on their door to support them... A story of someone who got caught under the wheels of the train of life, longing for someone to help them cross... A story of someone who hid behind the hills waiting for someone to mend the wounds of life... A story of someone who yearned for the joy of the happy to silence the cries caused by their angry pains.
•• This miserable person was overwhelmed by a life of despair from all directions, so they did not feel the taste of existence... They lived their life without natural breathing, accumulating the dust of years, and the pains of time struck them fatally... They feared drinking the pure water of life, so their laughter became dormant... They created a hole in the face of life, making everything around them weep... In short; they rejected the breaths of the Creator and His mercies upon them, so they could not leave their sorrows, and the blessings of the Most Merciful faded away from them.
•• There are sensitive stages in our life journey between the victorious and the defeated... A victorious group, reassured and not complaining of the wounds of time, so time failed to swallow them... They distinguished between one stage and another with sufficient reserves of experience and trials, thus controlling the future... And another defeated group, cowardly, rode on lame horses, passing through life with a gaping mouth, unable to build anew for themselves... They spread the shirt of their sorrows on the ropes of chance, turning their lives into a lament.
•• Walking on the sands of a happy life is a long road that ends only with death... Some of us have pain that intensifies and cannot be accustomed to it, so "hope" comes to them, resting quietly in the embrace of the night... Some of us experience the scorching days of summer, followed by other days when they feel the chill of winter... Some of us rejoice in silence and grieve in silence, overcoming the mountains of anxiety... For whoever closes the door on their pains will not cry, and men do not cry.
•• This miserable person was overwhelmed by a life of despair from all directions, so they did not feel the taste of existence... They lived their life without natural breathing, accumulating the dust of years, and the pains of time struck them fatally... They feared drinking the pure water of life, so their laughter became dormant... They created a hole in the face of life, making everything around them weep... In short; they rejected the breaths of the Creator and His mercies upon them, so they could not leave their sorrows, and the blessings of the Most Merciful faded away from them.
•• There are sensitive stages in our life journey between the victorious and the defeated... A victorious group, reassured and not complaining of the wounds of time, so time failed to swallow them... They distinguished between one stage and another with sufficient reserves of experience and trials, thus controlling the future... And another defeated group, cowardly, rode on lame horses, passing through life with a gaping mouth, unable to build anew for themselves... They spread the shirt of their sorrows on the ropes of chance, turning their lives into a lament.
•• Walking on the sands of a happy life is a long road that ends only with death... Some of us have pain that intensifies and cannot be accustomed to it, so "hope" comes to them, resting quietly in the embrace of the night... Some of us experience the scorching days of summer, followed by other days when they feel the chill of winter... Some of us rejoice in silence and grieve in silence, overcoming the mountains of anxiety... For whoever closes the door on their pains will not cry, and men do not cry.


