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| Paintings by Tarek Chemaly |
So it is raining once more. No, this was not the primary all-cleansing autumn rain. However it’s raining on the most inopportune second. Individuals are actually dwelling on the streets. Certain – simple for me to say. I’ve a roof above my head and meals on my desk. I simply gave some mattresses and wraps to a household that has been displaced twice – I mentioned it earlier than, even in probably the most beneficiant act there is a component of selfishness (will I be rewarded by life, God, the afterlife, and so forth….). However actually, at this level I’m not even pondering that. I’m actually pondering – I had a mattress. I do. They do not.
Some time again I noticed accidentally a good friend from faculty. He wasn’t the sharpest knife within the drawer and everybody used to mock him, besides me to be sincere. It was him who remembered me and engaged in a dialog. Within the earlier month to our dialog, he had misplaced his sister, and his father. Comparatively, all I misplaced was all my cash. It appeared ridiculous to inform him so. He clearly wanted to inform somebody about his losses. I felt sheepish speaking to him, largely as a result of he really remembered me, and needed to speak to me in any case these years (after all, perhaps he additionally needed to talk to those that bullied him as properly, form and primitive as he was, so I’m not actually bragging).
Did I make a giant deal about shedding all my cash on this weblog? I did. However now I go searching me and see all these flattened homes and villages and pictures of individuals dwelling on the streets. Actually. Of individuals sending messages for toddler formulation. Diapers. Hygiene merchandise. One is rendered speechless. And rain comes on the most inhospitable of occasions. To cite the Supertramp track on which the title of this publish is predicated on: “It is solely time that heals the ache/And makes the solar come out once more” however time is a luxurious some folks should not have as they sleep beneath the rain – I consider the photograph of the little woman sleeping on cement in entrance of a mosque as a result of lack of a mattress. I additionally quote from a unique track, this time by Roger Hodgson (the voice of Supertramp, paradoxically! when he branched out on his personal): “Time is at all times on the run/we have solely simply begun”… And all appears fleeting.
However as I mentioned, I’ve the luxurious of a roof above my head and a mattress to sleep on.
