[محب الصحابه]

Straying Steps


In that broad park , full of trees dispersed every where . Near the hedge stand a large branchy tree .

On that tree you see a small nest of a mother bird feeding her babies .

They were flapping their wings of joy and opening their mouths to catch

what their mother has brought. They never thought of leaving their warm

nest some day .

He was sitting there under a tree , holding a news paper and turning the

pages . It doesn’t seem that he’s involved in details , but he was just

checking the headlines.

I got a little closer to him . He didn’t notice my presence , he might be

ignoring me . I took a deep look at him . I couldn’t actually keep my eyes

away from his face . It was pale and dry , like the land that’s longing for

rain . It was covered with wrinkles , but his eyes got something

distinctive . They were full of words mixed with tears .

Sometimes we pretend to be smart in front of others. We hide things

inside our hearts , but we forget that what ever we bury is revealed

through our eyes.

His eyes spoke to me in another language . Life is only a miserable

moments . It was a short message .

He was desperate , his face carried one picture . It was colored with

black , nothing but black .

He was mumbling some word as if he is blaming someone .

We always appreciate this quality in ourselves . Throwing the blame on

others , just to give ourselves , fake excuses .

The only thing we do in bravery is running a way from reality to fantasy ,

trying to overlook our miseries .

He noticed my looks , and he turned his face a side .

I walked a few steps a way and I pretended looking for someone .

He folded the newspaper and he got up , he seemed older than he really

is . He walked slowly carrying unbearable burden .

Sometimes we walk in all trends , trying to hide from this world , lost steps .

Every moment passes adds something to our lives . Filled it with joy as

well as grief .

My eyes were following him as he was departing . He left the park to

nowhere .