We are afraid that life will perish while we imagine, we want to live a real day, to get what we wish. At this moment, I recall my past life, and I realize that memory is a river, a river that always runs backwards.

There is no doubt that our time today has corrupted the old values     of yesterday, and it is now imperative for people who abound in blame to adhere to the spasm; No matter how coherent one looks, the river of the past returns to wash it away.

Memory follows the law of attraction that works on two feelings. Love and fear take us back to the things we love and the things that scare us and we do not want to remember them because they make us sad, but they refuse only to attract the thing we love and the thing we fear. All the bad things that. It saddens us. When we feel grateful and thankful for all the blessings in our lives, we will feel love and we will attract love and happiness to us. Love alone makes us overcome fear and negative feelings, and it begins when we love ourselves and accept our life with everything in it.

Sometimes we feel that we should move away from something, and be careful to ignore an event, and then remain silent and refrain from speaking. Then we have a strange feeling that we should not do this or that, and that these things and that feeling were not generated in vain. It is the sixth sense that we have with the rest of the senses. It is the feeling of the heart that something is happening or will happen, and we just have to obeying and believing our feelings, it is God's message to us to avoid what is hidden from us. After we set out with passion in all aspects of life, and ran after our dreams to achieve them, here is the memory that takes us back to the past with its love and fear, and today, after eternity has consumed us and drank, we want nothing but to return to ourselves ... our selves that never carry anxiety.

Today I decided to break the silence because it is my duty to do so, but the story did not end even as I wrote these words before it saw the light. I am still hiding inside the closet of memory, there in the far corner of it, because I am not ready for many obstacles, nor do I face them yet.

Isn't it strange that I have to hide among those who fully know the pain of hiding, and what is even more strange is that I retreat and hesitate among those who raise the slogan of tolerance, multiculturalism, and acceptance of the other, and what a great and humiliating scandal it is for them to say what they do not do and do what they do not say. An insulting scandal that sows the seeds of confusion and mental and moral illness!

Ignorance is sometimes a blessing, and foolishness is also. Happy is he who enjoys both of them. He does not care if an owl sings or a bird caws. He does not care if an elephant lays eggs or a hen gives birth. He does not care if a donkey flies or a fish sinks. He has no ambition and he does not fear anything. He does not fear anything.

In some cases, the memory wants to send us a coded message: "Your time today has corrupted the old values   of yesterday," and now the blaming people must abide to the point of convulsions.

Love of something blinds and deafens, and hating something becomes deaf and blinds as well. But the sane person is the one who does not take only one of the two sides of this equation, that is, he must see the positive and the negative at the same time, and has the courage to say: This is positive, and that is a negative phenomenon away from the hatred that obscures the truth, because taking one side loses the person’s objective view, and makes him a prisoner. His hatred and selfishness.

When wrongdoers become a majority in any society, this means that the social environment is not pure, and this phenomenon spreads through the veins of society until it becomes a rule, and what is right is an exception. They became strangers with this behavior in a society the majority of which do not value what is right.

Maher Bakeer Dallash