When I was a little kid, my mum told me that when judgement day comes, GOD does not look at our beautiful faces, names & races. He deals with the soul and the actions we did brought upon ourselves back when these souls had temporarily bodies to ride.
Ever since that day, I always saw people as energy. Small dots, combined temporarily to form a face, body and voice.
She also told me, that the poor will be set free from their misery by being judged first and having mercy surround them with love. I guess this is why Im attached to african/black/ethnic and earthly races. Not to say that they represent the poor, yet, what my eyes saw was enough. I have taken further steps by being in love with their music, food and culture.
Ever since I was little, I had another side of my childhood, my father. He thought I was his golden child, a proud father. He took me to every diwaniya, gathering, dinner parties. Men would say “ who’s son are you ?” I would answer and they’d say “ WELL SAID ! thats our boy !”
Ofcourse back then, I would smile and “think” that this is amazing !! This wonderful welcome of my tiny presence and im only a child, but wait ! for what ? what did I do to achieve such praise ? I never understood it. Nor did I care, too young to analyze it.
As I grew up, I understood that we are treated like horses. Not like I used to think “ energy”. Horses are estimated according to breed, type, medical history, and “sometimes” racing achievements. Thats exactly how we are measured. I dislike it, I do not approve of it.
A family member once told me that I think with my heart and I must appreciate the gifts I have. Why would they think im not appreciative? would they think so ? some find me ignorant to even address this issue. Am i ? or are you ?
Who are you ? or better yet, What do you think you worth is ? honestly ?
Im sorry, I might have taken things off topic, yet I have a story to share:
A friend of mine looked ill/yellow/about-to-die-willingly face. I gave him a “this too shall pass” look, regardless of what his situation was. I did not know/sense anything that is/was bothering him. He keeps a low profile and I love him for that.
When everybody left he said this sentence to me out of nowhere “ you know, her parents think im not good enough, her mum thinks im not worthy “ I killed my smiling face, asked for further questions. Then I knew the classic story of racism was about to hit.
We are not kids anymore, so I wont go into the unnecessary details. What was considered “NEWS” to me was that the MOM is the person in charge when it came to his rejection. She is the one who refused the marriage proposal. She is related to my friend. That, to me is a modern twist to this classic disaster.
I hold no judgement against her. She is the mother after all. She wants whats “best” for her child. I just dont know how far people would go out there to get that “best”.
He says, her mum is kind, she knows him very well, she told him once, your a catch, surely he is. Again, I dont want to get into details but you do want a protective man, and i do mean a MAN. He is that and more. Healthy, young, hip, has “fluid” cash access and above all has a big heart. Let me stress again that he is related to the mother. You dont want him to marry your child because of what ? his name which is shared between the two of you ? He might disrespect your gold plated daughter ? He might tell her your ugly ?
Tell me this my love, how did your relationship last with your husband ? isint he considered as a stronger breed than you (in your book), how did you survive ? Didnt you have a house which AS I UNDERSTAND is a house full of love and understanding between the two of you ? You think your daughter cant have that ?
What is it ? because honestly, I thought the father would have an issue, not you.
He, my friend, told me that I can not understand or feel his pain because I represent the other side of the story. I, honestly, was surprised by that statement. I did not respond however because I know that he knows me too well and he knows how I view people but he was in pain, he wanted to throw things, take out the frustration out on someone, I was happily, his sponge. I inhaled it all in. Eased him down, asked him to take a vacation, go out with friends, end his misery, find someone new.
Funny part comes in now.
He is now married, has a son, from a woman who was also a friend of mine (and get this) she is from a way better “breed” than the poor girl who was forbidden that blissful harmonies gift from up above.
The girl is still single. The mom, accepted a street rat for her daughter, the guy later rejected the whole thing, got it annulled.
Those who are “achievers” do not care who they match up with as long as they are happy/in love. The unworthy, however, associate themselves with achievers/names/personalities to be empty bodies that contribute toxic energy.
Karma is a what ? yeah thats right.