Gharib’s Diaries

As usual, when sleeping at night become hard , I relaxed my mind and went back to the past, the pink life I lived away from the stresses of life and the problems of living, that my family had a big role in keeping it away from me. I remembered when I sleep with no Nightmares or dreams, those that I created when I am awake, once I see myself as a professor and sometimes a rich man does not need to work and I did not think at first glance to be a writer, this profession I practice only because it relieves me of my problems and relieve insomnia, and I am free to express what I wish, whether joy or sorrow, optimism or pessimism... using just some simple words .
Most of these feelings I had not lived until I lived this polluted reality, in the morning i feel the smell of boredom and problems that became routine as well as the lifes of some people who drunk the poison of poverty and suffering , and who is going to treat them if the doctor corrupt, and who will talk about them if he is the same who give them that poison with no mercy.
So the only path of salvation is struggling to the last breath to heal from this disease, which hit us, between that dreamer child and this disabled teenager ,dreams are built and other demolitions, but remain the most important is to heal people from this poison and the sterilization of reality at least with a word.