MAYBE MAYBE … Children’s war is a game, kids’ buletts are just words! The wounded are those who sit on the bench and laugh, lame little clowns. Rejoice, the children say, live, the children say play, the children say, stubbornly for millennia maybe, maybe …
HAKIM ISONHISWAY to the Sheraton Hotel to meet his uncle so they can go together to the medical center. He’s worried about what they will find out, but he doesn’t want this to show. He wants to be courageous and strong for his uncle. They arrive by limousine and a specialist meets them in a consultation room. He confirms what’s already known about the tumor in Ibrahim’s liver. He indicates it’s a very small-sized malignancy. At this stage, it’s unclear what type of cancer it is, but he confirms that the tumor is a new type they don’t know very much about. Therefore, it would be inappropriate for him to tell Ibrahim with any certainty that it will respond positively to the new chemotherapy. For that reason, he’ll start Ibrahim on a light dose. The specialist has arranged for Ibrahim to be admitted to a private clinic where the medication is to be administered, and he’ll be monitored twenty-four hours a day. The specialist stops briefly, but continues to look at Ibrahim and Hakim to ensure that, so far, everything is understood. Then he carries on. “If we see that the drug doesn’t produce any adverse effects, the second dose, and the third and fourth, can be given orally in the form of a pill that you can take on your own, in the comfort of your own home. However, the first time the drug is administered, we would like to monitor you very closely at the clinic. I’ll leave you alone for a few minutes to absorb what I’ve told you. Then I’ll return with further instructions.” He gets up and the other two follow him out of the consultation room. Hakim turns and gazes him. Ibrahim is pale and shaken. This is the first time Hakim sees his uncle with fear in his eyes. The pride and gracefulness that he possessed are gone. A layer of fear has taken over like a black shroud covering the old man’s eyes. “I wouldn’t worry they do miracles with medicine these days.” Hakim says trying to relieve his uncle’s gloom. “I guess so,” his uncle nods in agreement. “But, it means I cannot go home yet.” “When were you planning to go home?” “As soon as I’m done with these guys dear boy; Mara is most anxious for me to get home; however, now she has to wait for a few more days.” “You have to be here for only one or two more days so they can see …
Paris Oh Paris, it was time when I scattered my dreams in your dark mornings and now I leave you taking with me the sorrowful joy that I love you. The Mediterranean delicate siren that flows around our ship with all its frothy lilies now takes me away from you but we shall meet again in the future when light will come carefully to open my eyes before the gleaming blue day that helps me live with your memory and then its islands will charge Athens, I know, isn’t far behind and they’ll stand and fight my sinful love for you, oh Paris, and they will wish me to forget how sweetly I gave you my soul not longing to meet anyone when I aimlessly saunter in your streets