Halim

 

Ms. Neama,

I am aware you are off the outline of sanity with my storyworld fantastic fantasies, yet I am still bedazzled if you care to reconsider my disposition. Now that the world is beyond our minds to bear, I fear your systematic poetry will put us apart, or wait…we are apart anyways. A story’s pilot and finale do not meet just like two successive pages, so I believe the distance should not act any…well, propagandistic.

From my Ashraf-Marwan-standpoint, I am not sure anymore which party I play along with. You see, Ms. Neama, we could listen to My Way and raise a glass or two or take the world down through our dim short-scope perspective. I am still on my determination to see people less diplomatic by their nature to direct any platonic political party.

Sometimes I wonder why you judge me for seeing the world as a losing chess match. Isn’t it a player on a mission to win, lead, take, control, conquer, rule, steal, kill, and most importantly act as a comedian on a rough stage where nobody is watching, yet the comedy is still on? As for my case, take the woe-crampy industry, the most blood-curdling scene is where a side character, who works as a completing-system code, takes the lead as a Frankensteinian freak.

Sarcastically, I was never that dystopian, but you are hard to compete with in a debate so I would not blame you if you are not convinced. What will you do when you climb Mount Moses for a treat and a young lady approaches hailing for scratching the surface of breaking the atmosphere’s shell? I invite you to continue fooling yourself because, through my way, I never held any grudge against the critique of this story or…world.

I am a man who thinks that a two-sided mind is less to pity than to praise. One mind cannot bear the dysfunction, can it? This is my blessing Ms. Neama—being called sick by the people when I am truly sick, yet from them. I am not the nicotine-free protagonist you think I am. I wish I do not see you go by. I only acknowledge the curse on my own. Goodbye.

With every good wish,

Rauf Halim