I am so upset, and also tired, and so impatient, coz my fate is unknown, deprived of everything.
Anything i did, any way i have gone, through to deadlock till made me disappointed and make me deprived of anything i need. I think i was born with deprived! When i came to the world deprive was with me and it does not forget me. I did not remember one day the deprive doesn't be with me. Also i did not remember one day i want something, thet things be ready for me. I heard from the people that i should try to get anythings and no things will be ready with out toil, but i see some people that they have anythings that they want and they don't toil for it.
I did anything i could and went to the any way to finish the sinkhole of deprive, but the nature has been against of me, and did not let me to reached to things that i want.
I am talking to you! I don't know who are you and i don't know how is your face and i don't know where are you, but i know you are some where in the world. I know you are present and see me in your dream. Maybe you will never come here, but i am writing to you and i hope one day you can read my exhausted feelings and understand the situation that i have and understand me. In this situation i have experienced that is so hard and bitter, the things that make me impatient and hopless. the things that is my life and that is the things that i can not remove from my life.
In the way to find you, i am willing to talk with any shit people. The people that just care about theirself, and for making a situation to do anything they want. Even to improve their character, they have grinded my character. When i wrote this paragraph the choked pressured my throat, but i tried to be a resistant person. I could not suddenly the choked burst and some tear became out from my eye. I went out side and washed my face and walked for a half hour, then came back to continue writing, but i couldn't.
Some people tell me you were crated by GOD , but some other people tell me you were made by your mather and your father's sperm, but my feelling tells me any one who made me they eat shit. Made me for what? for watching misery? for watching plunder? for watching all of this shit? they made me to battle with all of this deprived? they made me for watching fellowman grind with other fellowman? they made me to be grinded by fellowman?
I cried . . . .
They told me that i should be strong, coz i am a man! I ask you is it a man is't human? do you think the man does not have feelings? Another day is over and i am still alive. It means i am just alive not a survivor. The tear like drops of poison slided on my face. when my father slept wiith my mom they did not think about me, and have they ever asked themself that i want to came this messy world or not. When my mother was on the medil giving me a birth, i put my back to the wold. They forced me to come in this world, and no one never asked me if i want to live like a slave. Oh my GOD i am not the only one, a lots of people have been born like me.
The earth is not good place for living. Actully the earth was good place but when the human put their foot to the earth and made it like this. A lot of people are born evreyday with out having any choice. They were brouth by other people with out any responsiblity for the anythings that maybe done by them. The life is obsience, there is no different betwen poor country and capital country. to both of them humanity is dead. In the poor country people has killed each other for any things. In the capital countries there is no feelings of humanity, anything for them is capital.
In islamic idea says, the human is the best creation of GOD in the world. I thing if the GOD is creator of human he/she did a big mistake. Please GOD if you can, finish it.....!
Anything i did, any way i have gone, through to deadlock till made me disappointed and make me deprived of anything i need. I think i was born with deprived! When i came to the world deprive was with me and it does not forget me. I did not remember one day the deprive doesn't be with me. Also i did not remember one day i want something, thet things be ready for me. I heard from the people that i should try to get anythings and no things will be ready with out toil, but i see some people that they have anythings that they want and they don't toil for it.
I did anything i could and went to the any way to finish the sinkhole of deprive, but the nature has been against of me, and did not let me to reached to things that i want.
I am talking to you! I don't know who are you and i don't know how is your face and i don't know where are you, but i know you are some where in the world. I know you are present and see me in your dream. Maybe you will never come here, but i am writing to you and i hope one day you can read my exhausted feelings and understand the situation that i have and understand me. In this situation i have experienced that is so hard and bitter, the things that make me impatient and hopless. the things that is my life and that is the things that i can not remove from my life.
In the way to find you, i am willing to talk with any shit people. The people that just care about theirself, and for making a situation to do anything they want. Even to improve their character, they have grinded my character. When i wrote this paragraph the choked pressured my throat, but i tried to be a resistant person. I could not suddenly the choked burst and some tear became out from my eye. I went out side and washed my face and walked for a half hour, then came back to continue writing, but i couldn't.
Some people tell me you were crated by GOD , but some other people tell me you were made by your mather and your father's sperm, but my feelling tells me any one who made me they eat shit. Made me for what? for watching misery? for watching plunder? for watching all of this shit? they made me to battle with all of this deprived? they made me for watching fellowman grind with other fellowman? they made me to be grinded by fellowman?
I cried . . . .
They told me that i should be strong, coz i am a man! I ask you is it a man is't human? do you think the man does not have feelings? Another day is over and i am still alive. It means i am just alive not a survivor. The tear like drops of poison slided on my face. when my father slept wiith my mom they did not think about me, and have they ever asked themself that i want to came this messy world or not. When my mother was on the medil giving me a birth, i put my back to the wold. They forced me to come in this world, and no one never asked me if i want to live like a slave. Oh my GOD i am not the only one, a lots of people have been born like me.
The earth is not good place for living. Actully the earth was good place but when the human put their foot to the earth and made it like this. A lot of people are born evreyday with out having any choice. They were brouth by other people with out any responsiblity for the anythings that maybe done by them. The life is obsience, there is no different betwen poor country and capital country. to both of them humanity is dead. In the poor country people has killed each other for any things. In the capital countries there is no feelings of humanity, anything for them is capital.
In islamic idea says, the human is the best creation of GOD in the world. I thing if the GOD is creator of human he/she did a big mistake. Please GOD if you can, finish it.....!
