My Crossroads in a Strange Time

It was a timeless time.

There was a person who could not keep up with the ground of time.

Its name was time and its meaning was deep.

He wanted to live his time well, but that didn't happen:

He realized that there were things in his life that he did not understand. In other words, inaccuracies were rampant. And time could not tell anyone about their awareness...

He wanted to take the wrongdoings on a scale and weigh them. It did not happen. Could not weigh; because the weight of indiscretion came too much; weighed heavily. Time scratched its head. He thought, moved; but could not find a way out. As he thought, his questions increased; He got even more confused.

Time looked around: he saw that those around him were gawking at him. He tried to make eye contact with them; but they scratched their eyes. Time felt his head and his hair. He felt his face. In case he didn't come across anything strange. “What is this, where am I?” said. He inconsistently shook his head.

Time was helpless. He wanted to call out to those around him. "O brother! What's going on? Why are you just standing there?" He opened his mouth to say. His lips moved, but no sound came out. He brought his hand to his mouth. He pressed his cheeks and lips as if he wanted to tear out words and sentences from his mouth; It did not happen. His eyes looked like they were going to pop out of their sockets. This time he put his fingers in his mouth. He held his tongue. He clenched his tongue. His fingers were useless. He tried to make a throaty sound; futile! The sound was like a dried-up desert. It was as if an armored, bladed barbarian had uprooted his vocal cords.

Time panicked: He felt his hair on his head again. He grabbed those around him and shook and kicked them. He tried to make eye contact with them. No! It did not happen. They were just like him. There was no sound from them either. Some were shedding tears. Some of them were lamenting, stomping where they were… So they all swallowed it as a human collective. “I think I'm getting a fever,” he said in a voice that didn't come out.

Time left its being at your feet. He would surrender his consciousness wherever his feet took him. Somehow, a dirham left would soon lose consciousness…

Cluster collected; broke away from the idolized human community. He swept away from them as quickly as over a barrier. He walked as he walked!

After a while he found himself at the top of a cliff. The front of the cliff was empty and rocky. He looked as far away as his eyes could reach. A river bed stretched before him. The water had dried up. He looked at the mountains across the dried-up river. I can not be! They were also naked. "How come. When did this happen? Or was I sleeping? My compatriots must have been asleep, too, for we could not see the slowly dying green. It means that life is coming to an end!” he said in a voice that didn't come out.

He wanted to shout again. No sound came out again. ”Birds! Where are the birds?” His eyes searched the sky for what might be around him. No! There were no birds. They too were silent. How had he not noticed? "Oh my God!" He put his head in his hands again.

Time had not yet lost its mind. He was still alive and able to think. He felt thirsty at this early hour of the morning. “Water, I have to find water to drink,” he said in a voice that did not come out. Again, his eyes fell on the dry riverbed in front of him. If only he could drink from there; but there was no water there either. His mouth was dry. His voice was cut off. He was helpless...

Uncontrollable tears streamed down her cheeks.

What a shame; Soon those tears would dry too...