BEHIND THE WALLS : I have a story to tell

I have a story to tell..

Indeed, I will forever have a story to tell.

Frankly speaking it is very hard to forgive people after all the deep negative impacts they leave and the ugly scars scattered in every possible aspect of your life.

Al hamdo lillah, I was able to forgive, but I still have a story to tell (we never know who might benefit from the weird experiences extracted from that complicated brain of mine).

What is possibly worse than death? I believe Rape! It’s a status of living when death is the best solution for all kinds of pains, emotions and thoughts locked up, visualized and retrieved with full specifications all over again in the raped woman's body, brain and soul.

But what is worse than Rape? Here I quote John Travolta in the General’s Daughter (1999) when he discovered the answer after the attorney was killed: Betrayal.

Can you believe that when Rape is worse than Death, Betrayal is even worse than Rape?!

The General’s Daughter was raped in a very animalistic fashion, yet, regardless the very brutal Rape incident her father’s Betrayal to her was worse in her perception.

Again, recall with me:

What is worse than Death? Rape.

And, what is worse than Rape? Betrayal!!!!

Let’s imagine together the following scenario (merely hypothetical and fictitious):

Some guy, whom you've never noticed his existence around, was interested in you, and this person couldn’t convince his parents to propose.

The only turnaround strategy the mom and her trusted witch could innovate is to convince this person that you’re not good enough for him, and your youngest sister is the best candidate (presumably she’s a quite girl who stays silent most of the time and has the charisma to attract everybody, on the contrary of you).

Now imagine that it was so obvious to you that this person was interested and that he’s the only one in the entire world who thinks he’s smart enough not to be noticed by anybody else (remember that this currently noticable person still went for your sister, though he was interested in you = Intellectual Betrayal!).

Again, let’s go wilder with our imagination and say that you faced him three years later with the fact that you knew, beyond the least doubt, after a stupid incident that took place during your youngest sister’s wedding, that you weren't hallucinating.

The guy, instead of him telling the truth and standing for his own actions as a man, throws the blame on your oldest sister. (Poor guy he didn’t know that your oldest sister wouldn't approve the idea of having him as a brother in law, with all that circus of females surrounding him!).

Now, go beyond all wildest imaginations and think of the following: you are being punished during an extended period of 11 years minimum, due to the very fact that the retarded females around that guy discovered that he’s hitting on a girl and he probably likes her (can you imagine? just for the slightest probability).

Imagine that everybody thought they were smart enough not to be figured out by you!

Imagine if you were the one to push him and your sister out of that devious cycle, on the expense of you being stuck there for a while!

Imagine if that devious cycle included blocking every moderately beautiful thing in this life from your way and causing you all the pains you can't think of. WOW!!

Imagine that he didn’t have the least decency to defend you, when all you've done was being an ignorant girl, who didn’t realize why this guy was climbing her high school wall!

Imagine that even when he moved on with his life, they’re still seeking retaliation and trying to hurt you (with one rigid and static thought in their minds: she has no idea about it. Still they do brag about plans developed by a low level of IQ, exposed to the misfortune of theirs by a very simple girl like you).

Imagine that, you’ve been assembling the pieces of this mysterious puzzle together for years, unaware of how the original picture looks like, and once you were done, you had a very ugly picture decorated with nasty details to live with.

Can you imagine that? For me, I can’t!!!

Now the question that pops in your mind is: what if this guy reads your blog Jerusalem?

Never mind ladies and gentlemen, first of all the story is fictitious and second if there was any probability that it resembles a real life story, then it’s a mere coincidence.

Anyway, no need to worry, this guy vanished and he doesn’t read my blog J

Again, I just have a story to tell, that’s all.

To be continued..