Aadbel From Above, Satellite Pic I used every night to watch the sky... my back touching the ground... and i don't stop counting the stars... every light amazes me... every color...
I stayed for long hours, followed the lights dancing in the horizon and disappearing above the clouds hitting my atmosphere...
It is what i did, instead of sleeping early... we were not supposed to have a normal life, to leave our houses at night... the war was guarding the roads of my town and country...
These stars were my only dream at night... my only space to go out... i was a prisoner of the time and the place... While i didn't choose to be a Lebanese, neither to be born the first days of the civil war...
I used to cry in the darkness, in the loneliness... while i know that no one can see me...
No electricity, no television, no radio, no music... and sure no money...
We missed the life while we didn't knew what is it... we had the fear of death, while we didn't know also what it is...
One day, while watching the stars, i saw a small star moving and moving... she crossed the spherical atmosphere above me... i went hurry to call my dad, while saying in a high voice: Dad... Dad... a star is moving... He smiled while saying: it is a satellite... something the humans send to explore the sky and the earth...
I will not hide that day, being an astronaut took my heart...
I liked always to see my world but specially my village from above... well i did that in my imagination, even before seeing this picture...
I always flied in my dreams and still doing it...
1 comment:
Sassine, that's a lovely story.
Every one need their dreams.
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