I’m writing this in an unexpected way
Because events in life happen in an unexpected way
And when they are expected even
Unexpected feelings hits you .
I was reading across a saying by the prophet that is : ” the faithful in their matual amiability , compassion , and sympathy , are like one body that when one organ is sick , the rest of the body responds with Insomnia and fever “
It’s not hidden the suffering im passing through
And that maybe I’m an open book
Its not like i crave attention
But i don’t consider anything my own so i share all my thoughts even in public.
Because for a guy like me with my mental illness im everything but my thoughts.
But if a kind of such faithful people should be around me , a kind of a loveling brotherhood or friendhood , if its really okay for you to find a place where you feel at that its okay for you to live , to grief and to have someone pat you ..
Then why there’s none ?
Am i for that extent invisible ?
Or that the problem is an inner one ?
What if there was a community for the faithful but i wasn’t one ?
When will i stop questioning myself and everyone that passed .
When will i ever get an answer , to get a hint of that place , of that people , somewhere somehow in the world.. when you don’t have to ask to get an apology or care or understanding or a good word..
zaki monzer 