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TAREQ

Tareq has never seen the ground from that high. A portion at a time, his hometown. The back of the chair pushes it forward, increasing the sense of malaise that has already proven when he was forced to leave. That morning, at dawn. Away from his brothers away by his mother, from his home, away from his path, away from his neighborhood. The horizon is tilted, the colors expand, merge points. A few moments of flight and already seems to have lost his memory ... He was small, just a few days ago. He played in the street and talked about the war, as the war played with the greats. His friends had just walked away from the stop. He was gone a moment to showcase Karhid, the baker friend of his father. He saw mangled bodies near a large hole in the asphalt. The bus stops and in flames. He played with stones. Back home. Without raising his head.

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INDIVIDUALS

I wish there was a word that might best sum up the man's behavior today. But it is still correct and valid to call it "man" or the term is now obsolete?

We leave to return to classify this or that statistic, we desire the possession of objects that we call ourselves "mass". We believe "individuals" and then let us melt into a mold to give our aesthetic form appreciated by all. We convince ourselves that they are special, because unique and unrepeatable. Then run away from the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing called "different." We are pretending to pursue our passions as we count the money in their pockets to buy one. We lie to us with our common sense rules of morality. We steal from the rich to get rich. We use stress as a new drug and how we are dependent on a drug and afraid. We do not know more give us a truce. The battle moved our journey towards our destination. The destination loses its way and becomes only a weapon to obtain. One more.

So do not call me man. Not because I'm better, but only because I want to feel different. And cried. And whisper. And excited for this. I want to lose the shame and sin. I want to throw the balance in the air and throw my senses. I want the complicity of my thoughts and my actions. Attention-eyed wonder. Eared ask reception. Nosed wonder essences. From the mouth ask pleasure. Heat from the hands of wonder. Man does not ask for anything. Do not call me man. I do not deserve.