Story of “ me”

Once there was a young man named “me” ; he had a rather simple quite life , just like the most of people in his town
Those people used to believe that “ me” is a perspicacious guy actually he was ;or let’s say sort of.
There was nothing to be compared with the power of his mind but the power of his heart.
But he always believed that the mind power could be invincible if it is been supported by some luck, unfortunately he was so unlucky guy; but somehow he managed to deal with this fact.
Everything in his life was running in its normal lane; until he met that girl.
She was the one who gave his life a meaning, yes “Me” loved that girl.
He saw her with his own eye, his third eye, the eye of the heart.
She was so innocent so beautiful so thoughtful and she loved him so much or that is what she was saying.
She has an influence on his life like the influence of the tender water drop falling on the young soft leaf of a plant in the early morning. He gave her some kind of love nobody on this planet have ever known and he did things for her he couldn’t imagine and nobody could imagine it can be done.
He has experienced with her some feelings he hadn’t ever believed that there are even exist
He lived with her the most tremendous 3 years of his life
This love was like a child to him; his own child, he did whatever it took to keep this child growing and growing
But some day he woke up to find his beloved dream has turned to a nightmare, suddenly, with no introductions his angel decided to leave him and she did that
Poor “me” have been left alone to suffer a pain which was so much over the ability of any human being.
U know how is the feeling when u have a child and u watch him growing and when he is about to be a big boy u wake up some day looking around but not finding him
And u realize later that your child had been murdered by his mom’s hands. U can do nothing but crying and feeling like u r a handicap
Damn, this feeling hurts like nothing else
Now “me” is trying to collect himself again and come over this hard experience but his wound is still bleeding
He decided to regain his old simple life and he decided also to not to love again; not to have any children again.



Written by “me”:
Omar khairy


17/1/2006