The night is over
The time has come, my dear, my only child. The tears were filling his
eternally opened soul, a soul which was tarnished inside. He wanted to
set his son free, free from all the fear, pain and fettering him cell, a
cell called life.
Akchmed was a head of the family. Allah sent him a wife and four
children, one of them was his only son. Son, who was destined to die, to die
like a hero, a hero for his country, his people.
People like his son, whose name was Aslan, called themselves Tears of
Allah
In two days, my dear Aslan, your country will be demolished, your home,
the walls of your room, the roof+,yes, everything , everybody will look
like an ash, just dust, dust in the wind.
We shall fight till the end, the end of our time. I will die with the
gun in my arms. Americans made us believe that the only truth is in the
loaded barrel of a gun. I want you with the bless of your father to
be a rider of the sky. My dear, remember that you are to live your life
as Allah wants. You are a tear a tear of Allah .
I won t see you here again, never ever, but we ll meet in the vast
meadow of Allah s kingdom, the realm of eternal life. Go and do that.
Revenge and love to Allah is all you got and all you need. Go, go+ Akchmed
took out of his neck a thread. Take it and go, go away from my eyes,-
cried out Akchmed.
Aslan wanted to cry. He didn t know anything about his future days. The
only thing that he was aware of, was that he had to blast himself
somewhere far, far from the home. A home, where he was raised, a school, his
friends.
Damn, be damned this oil which killed us. Why Europeans, Russians,
Americans, they all like greedy wolves just trying to capture my home land.
Aslan had to believe, had to alter his name, his life. Frankly to say
he just wanted to live, to live his life. He wanted to go to Europe and
enter university. His dream was to become a journalist. Journalists
overwhelmed his country. They lied but he wanted to tell the truth. He
just wanted to live+
His dreams were far and could never come true.
Salaam Aslan, come over here,- said his dad, look, from this moment you
are David Sarkisian, an Armenian, who lives in France, you decided to
visit your granny in fucking Boston. When you arrive, you ll be met by
some people, who will tell you everything. Now you have to leave your
homeland. Good bye dear. Allah akhbar+
With the cover of the night he left the country. The moon was full and
he was wondering her charming light. He didn t know how he was supposed
to cross a line between his country and neighbor countries. Aslan was
sitting in the cabin of the car. Time passed, went to nowhere, across
the fields, forests, deserts, lakes and rivers he fond himself in the
airport of Paris. Now he had everything new clothes, passport, new
face, soul, life+
Bon jour, le plan a Boston, est son trouve+
He didn t want to listen, as it was hard to understand French.
Votre documents, s il vous plait.
David gave his documents.
To get on the board was easy. Now he was looking at the airport via his
tiny window. A thought of seeing this all for the last time+
He was a young tree which was to grow and flourish but he + he had
been broken. With every minute, with every beam, with each second he was
closing to his last day, to his DEATH. A dry country, time to die+
He fell asleep. When he opened his eyes, he was still in the plane, the
plane was landing.
Boston met him with a gray day covered with black clouds.
He was standing at the center of the airport all alone. Nobody was
approaching. What to do? Where to go? To run, forget everything and vanish+
Hey David, my dear David, haven t seen you for ages. My darling, what
a skinny boy, I have missed you a lot.
Aslan was standing and didn t know what to answer or to say.
Pretend, crazy -, whispered his granny .
My dear granny, - cried out Aslan, lets go to you, my smallish.
They arrived. On the way he was watching after everything. It was
unpredictably weird for him to be there.
My dear, I hope you know what you gotta do, we all are here to destroy
this all, to kill them as they kill us, -said she. I haven t made a
choice yet where to go and what to havoc but+
I am tired, granny, very tired, - said Aslan.
You have a very long way behind your back, you should have a snack and
then have a rest, - told granny .
Aslan was far, somewhere there, with his father, mother and sisters. He
wanted to cry, to scream. He didn t want to believe that in some hours
he could meet with them, meet on heavens+
He hated everybody, everything and even Allah.
He fell asleep. He had a dream, his garden, his lovely room, home, mum
was cooking. With his friends he was getting ready for going to swim+.
Darkness, cries, corpses, tears+no, no, no, nooooooooooo.
They started bombing+
Granny, have they started bombing?
Your village is erased. UN (united nations) tried to stop them but the
result you may see. We must revenge. There are many of us here, on this
damned land, on this forsaken by Allah land. Today we ll go to the
central park and then to the super markets and you will do your mission.
Get ready my dear Aslan. Bombs he had on him could destroy a large area
and kill many people+
The faces he met were passing him by, they were strangely evil, he felt
the coldness they gave. His eyes filled with fear and hate. He heard
tha t some people tried to stop the war. They were singing songs, songs
against the wars, songs by John Lennon. He really had no idea about who
or what that Lennon was. He was amused, some people were against.
Strange but not everybody wanted to fight. Why should I kill them? These
were his thoughts. These tiny spots are the reason who took my closest
people+ who are you Allah??? What are you doing ? hwy you let them do
these filthy things???
Aslan was just a young boy and it made no difference for him who or
what to believe in. He was asking Allah the same things as we do to our
God.
What are you thinking about honey,- asked granny. Musing about your
life? That wont work, my dear. Nothing else matters for you any more.
They entered the park. There many people different ages, kids, adults,
teens, growns+ they were all different but sanely cold. Allah is not
with them and that s why they must die,- said granny.
They were roaming and searching for a suitable place to make their
mission come true+
Very often people lie, hate, kill, love but they cant stand against
nature. We can alter some aspects of our lives but we cant deny the
destiny. And now the spring decided to play its frisky game with him too. He
was walking and boiling all inside. His inner life was burning with
hate or may be some other feelings not known to him by that time. Such
feelings as love to other people, love to its opposite sex. He just
thought that females had no rights to love, to choose..
He was burning, he didn t want to die but he had to+
Roaming, wandering, wondering,.. vertigo, sluggish vertigo+
Rain started to play. Yes , rain loves playing its cunning games. Even
Aslan couldn t distinguish tears from the drops on his face. His life
turned to into empty space+
Here, yes and only here we are going to do that, we were born for it,
to die and to kill unfaithful bastards, - said granny.
Could I have some time to say farewell to this world, - asked Aslan
Stop it, we don t have enough time, don t make me angry, irritation,
just getting on my nerves,- cried out granny.
She became velvet, face covered with smallish drops of sweat and rain.
Suddenly Aslan realized the price of life. What to do???
Just to refuse, if she believes in her Allah, let her do whatever she
wants.
No, just no, just two letter word NO.
Granny was staring at him.
You betrayed everybody, your family, people, country. Yucky scum.
He left her standing there all alone.
He had no place to go, to hide. Nothing to eat, to drink but he was
free. Liberty cant be compared with anything. He was absolutely free from
all the pain he had inside and couldn t hide. The memories of his home,
parents filled his mind.
Whyyyyyyyyyy ??? it was a scream from deep inside, but he knew that
this all was to make him stronger. He knew that those fanatic believers
would be looking for him but+
He was going along the highway trying to fly.
He was going to nowhere, towards his destiny+
Whatever could happen to him it would be his own part of fate+
He was free.
24.03.03. D T A
Dedicated to all those
Who are always ready to say NO to wars and violence,
Those whose bride is moon and the road becomes a way to go their life.
Written when devil
started killing people