A quick chat with a King

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We all have that little ” Hasan, Luigi, Tom, Julien, Miguel, Hongqi …..etc” in our neighborhoods. I’m talking about that kid who occupies the corner you may stop by for a couple of seconds to tie your shoelaces during your daily outing. He would sit for hours trying all the marketing tips he’s learned over the time at ” the University of Seasons and Seasons on the ground ”  to sell you  chewing gums,a nail clipper, a keychain or just a pack of tissues that could give the vividest denotation of heat, cold, loneliness, war, peace and fear, that was and still the most willing accomplice when sinning and the most placating solace when bewailing. A pack of tissues that comprehends that none of the mentioned tips could make this long-awaited detachment from his “Roi ” as soon as begging would.

The king supplicated !!!!!

In a planet where a porn star has millions of fans on social media and tons of food are wasted rather than donated ……. A real king is likely to beg. Actually he’s good at it, he even considers it a life-skill which endures just like riding a bicycle or pitching a tent appropriately and as there was a need for a first time to gain this skill, I was wondering when was the King’s premiere and here was the answer.

I begged him once to have a bite

Of his sandwich

 I begged her mom so we hang out 

She was a bitch

I begged their sister for love the sacred 

I was mortified…. I developed hatred

He knew I was amazed by the way he speaks.

He knew I underestimated him.

He knew I thought he’s unlettered.. so he added.

I am the King and I’m lucky

The best poet is a friend

And he enlightened me

The victims of genius are clients

And they taught me

It’s by the painter and his beloved

I was worshiped 

And by the monk and his God 

I was venerated

It was a struggle, a hardship I should admit

A fight to which I was challenged

But with Neptune and Uranus 

I was blessed

As when a cop scolded

There was a hippie to cheer up

And when an ugly disgusted

There was a cute to joy me up

I didn’t say Adios as I went. The king is easy to find

I just winked, smiled, hand-slauted him and wished I could be a king for a while

 

The silly pre-cruise thoughts by the dean of silliness :)

” Se Paciente  !!!!!

This is what I’ve been telling to my little tetchy self as I was getting ready for another cruise … a further and a more protracted one this time but helas ! all of the tips that used to calm me down are no longer fruitful and none of the benefits of being “home” managed to take the feelings, facts and images of travelling off of my eyes. I who decided and is pleased to make a life out of saying Hi and goodbye. It’s been quiet a long time since the last fine I got for those stolen puffs in the plane’s lavatory. I missed those butterflies in the stomach and the rush, the run to the airport with that fiendish voice in the head ” it’s late already” then realizing you’re maybe the first comer so you go to the people, elicit their stories, crack jokes and even squabble over everything and nothing in an imprudent escape from “time”.

The time that though I always had to brawl with for unspecified reasons before having a pact which was always broken in two shakes of a lamb’s tail I’m proud to admit its necessity, its great influence on my life and would even thank for the way it shaped me like nothing else did. Now I’m having a strange, silly but strong belief that time is the best enemy one can have in his life for a simple reason that may not be so justifiable.

An enemy can’t be temporary. It has to be perpetual and equally powerful so the combat would last as long as possible…. a lifetime and must come to an end under a sole condition which is the disappearance of both adversaries because confronting, winning a fight with someone/ something then being sure of his/ its vanishing and the impossibility of having one more round would rather generate sadness, sorrow and dejection than giving me elation which is the result of getting engaged in a conflict with any of the other so-called “enemies” ranging from governments, diseases, financial hardships to narrow-minded people, a dangerous stray dog and even theories of racism.

ON SUFISM ————- feeling thankful

sufi festival calligraphy art 

OH ALLAH !!!!!

I’M HEALED

I NO LONGER WORRY

I WON’T AGONIZE

I’VE SEEN THE BEAUTY

THE KARMA HIT ME

THE BIRDY WINKED 

I’M REVOLVING 

I FORGOT HOW TO HATE 

I’M FINALLY WISE 

WHY DO I LOVE My JOB ??????

I’m loath to admit that I’m sorry for you dad. I’m sorry that I couldn’t be the doctor or the judge you always pictured me. I won’t be able to send you the driver, to book you a suite. I myself go to hostels and will probably start couch surfing 🙂 . I’d say sorry to the girl who may one day decide to spend the rest of her life with me. I don’t think you’ll ever be in your own house, where you go water the flowers and plant a tree that you will repeatedly talk about to our grandchildren. Opposite, we’re likely to wake up with a pissed landlord knocking on the door cursing the day he rented out his/her property that won’t be large enough to run after you from a room to another……….. I’m just a teacher …. I know it’s hard for you to understand what’s really amazing in this position to make someone so proud that he wakes up everyday with a grin to meet’em sweet devils to teach them something to both give them a hard time and be driven bananas every once in awhile. Here’s what happened couple of minutes ago. I hope it will give a better explanation of why I would never plan to quit this job any soon.

I just got a message from a student that I’ve been teaching in the past. The guy got married and he recently had a baby that he called Khaled (my name). Here’s a humble translation of his message that would make the shittiest day of the unluckiest cabbie ever !!!!

Dear teacher,, I don’t know where you are now. You know I miss you so much and I love you like a big brother though you’re younger than me. I wished you could stay with us longer. Do you remember ********** telling you that we should find you a woman here so you marry her and live amidst us. Anyway I hope you are happy and successful. Last week I was so busy I couldn’t write to tell you that I became a father .. Yeaaaaah I have a son that I attached his photo to the mail. You know what ??? His name is Khaled. For couple of months I and my wife were debating on the name we would select. I’m not sure if I will be a good father but I wish he will be a great man like you. 

Teacher I love you soooo much 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 

***** In the part of the world where I am actually they would call a man who cries a naive. I’m happy and proud of being that idiot

I’m coming

sufi

Because I saw you

In my dreams smiling

At the end of the road 

With the trees at the shoulders 

I’m coming

Because I know you

Know we will both

Be old and ugly

Those who loved who we were 

Yesterday will

Scarcely sympathize with

The poor creatures we 

Are tomorrow 

Thus I’m coming 

I hated my tent and I’m

Too weak

To build on my own

The shanty 

Being a lonely wolf used to give

Delight and cruising

Solely is no longer engaging

So I’m coming

Be there be you

the Valkyrie

Who loved my stories

And the Sufi me  

As I’m coming

 

The day I lived off the land

I’ve been always interested in hermits, the way they viewed life, the reasons and purposes of living it their way and the things they got out of this tough lifestyle based on solitude. These thoughts developed with time into big question marks, a tempting mystery to decode but also a serious obsession hard to live with. I have not only read and searched for any little thing related to loneliness including interviewing shepherds, prisoners, truckers, expats. Most of them  declared that it’s far from being cushy, the longer the harder but it still keeps that charm. Downstream, I tried hard to distract myself by spending more time with friends but all these silly endeavours bore no fruits. I came to a strong belief that it’s the very same glamour my interviewees were trying to describe, the indulgence that I couldn’t resist and the voice that called out the hermits are the same entity, better known as ” seclusion” and it’s something that I have to go for, a situation that I must experience and live, a wolf I ought to encounter.

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One good thing about working abroad is that you get always couple of days off in addition to the national holidays. I got 4 days vacation and I had the sun, the wind and the rain by my side, packed my stuff and left early in the morning. The place is called “Almus”, a small county located in the Black sea region in Turkey, nameless for common Turkish but famous for Campers for the lake it has that is surrounded by green hills and mountains. I don’t know why I keep telling this but In Rome, where Latin was spoken 15 centuries ago the word Almus meant “nourishing”. So as it was snowing, I didn’t meet anyone on the way to the lake but two dogs that decided to be my company. Took me about an hour to get a strategic location, and here I am pitching my tent, hanging my hammock, setting my campfire and waiting…. Waiting for my real self out of my body.

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Bless that ability to adapt to time, space and situations and damn how different are the consequences and reactions can be when we process the very same task comparably but under dissimilar circumstances. Lingering, which used to be at the top of things I hate is congenial and pleasing right there. I shut my phone, couldn’t accept any intruder or deal with any kind of interruption but also I didn’t want to know what time was it. In fact, the absence of time, is what I  needed the most as it coerced the absence of two “conclusions”: you are late// you are in a hurry. While with the first m you end up regretting both what you’ve done and what you didn’t manage to achieve and what a good life is that, The second is even worse as there will be no room for a soldier’s rest, a farmer’s mini break, a doctor’s callow moment of craziness, a driver’s ” pause-cafe” …..etc there will be no room for a life.

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A kenyan friend of mine once told me that we’ll always get an indemnity of what we’ve let go or lost. Back home, his people believe that good-natured ones are often redressed immediately opposite to bad souls as the angels in charge need time debating whether to repay his spirit or not. As I left comfort and “luxuries” behind those two days I got purity, peace and clarity in return. Equally, the more I pulled away from people, The deeper I plunged and the more I mingled with nature but there still were in the back of my mind some residues of the terd I’m stepping on daily, the dirt that I shouldn’t have brought to this stupendous zone and the hurdle that I must scrap and eradicate to go as high as I can.

I believe ” Think of a good moment ” is just a silly thing to say to someone dying while ” Think of what good have you done on earth” can do as it keeps one focusing on the good stuff – that even the worst guys in your neighborhood have done it in some stages of their lives- thus you are reminiscing and counting virtues not sins, you are flying not falling and diving not drowning.

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I’ve never been good at describing ordinary situations and bits then how am I going to detail this outstanding instant. In Sexology, the word “photophobia” refers to the couple of seconds one reaches the ultimate gratification. During that split second, one would close his eyes tight in order to see any other thing but the image of the world he made and the portrait of happiness in person. Though my eyes were widely open that day, I managed to ogle that beauty….

Well the good thing is that the nymph is still waiting there. Don’t bother telling how long it took you to get there or how long are you going to stay, it doesn’t matter how what your ethnicity or social status is…….. Mother nature doesn’t care as long as you come in peace owing to the fact that if you don’t you will leave in pieces.

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To sum up, what I’ve lived that day and what I’ve learned was worth all the time, money and energy I’ve spent searching. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to live it on a long-term basis but I’m positive that I’ll go for those stolen moments intermittently before I literally die.