Refugee

I finally know what a refugee feels like. I shall stop making jokes about refugees all over the world and I humbly ask for your forgiveness. I should have never taken sadistic pleasure out of your misery.

Let me tell you what happened. After a long week of torture mentally ( from professors ) and physically ( from the harsh Moscow weather ), I was looking forward to a nice day indoors, where I can keep myself warm under my blanket, put on some relaxing music and enjoy a good book. This is one of the many simple life pleasure that I enjoy and it's been awhile since I've been able to do it. 5 minutes into my little piece of heaven, the director of the hostel walks in and says that we have to move everything because they want to do some renovations to the room. It took us bloody 5 hours to move everything and another 2 to settle in into our new room. We'll be here for 2 weeks at least so the room is in a mess. Most of our things are 2 floors below and the things that we've brought up with us are nowhere to be found. The rooms are nice though but it's freezing. I'm sitting down in my sweater and jeans while typing this. I literally know how it feels like to live in a fridge. But then again, that's what you get for coming to one of the coldest places on Earth. A Lebanese guy once told me that he feels like he's being punished for all his sins whenever he steps out into the cold. I feel you, bro.

On a lighter side, I found a lot of shit that I thought I've lost over the years and we've finally found the initiative to redecorate the room once we move back in. The most amazing thing I found was this piece of paper that I wrote when I was 15. I can't even remember bringing it to Moscow, I thought I lost it while cleaning my room before moving to boarding school. It must have slipped somewhere into my books when I was bringing them here. So, here's what I wrote. Just so you know, this was when I was really into the 'conspiracy theory' and shit like that.

Each old year passes with shameful deeds in hindsight,

Each new year reinforces more dreadful plans in foresight,

For September 11 to happen we made way,

We allowed unbridled power to hold sway,

Terrifying global atrocities of ignominy,

We watched, for refugees we collected money.

High altitude bombs on Afghanistan fall,

We watch, we hear, we read it all.

Death it rained to children, women and elders,

In towns, villages and on mudhouse dwellers.

Like grain to flour pounded they are,

Undefeated remain the networks of Al-Qaeda.

To wage war two marched armies attack,

There was no war, 'they' didn't fight back,

"Harborers of terrorist," bla bla bla,

Innocent peasants, it was not their war.

Hiding high above the clouds, cowards superior,

No soldier on ground dared combat the warrior.

Feuding warlords to kill their kith they came,

For the world power's strategy they fell, what shame.

World leaders have turned sheep to 'blair' around the 'bush'.

The rest of us around our necks wear a shameful flush.

"A hundred days, a hundred ways" a victory claim?

Our mortal target no where in sight to aim.

"This war on terrorism, your families will live 'in peace'"

Anger and hatred in the hearts of war victims will cease.

Last drop of family blood sinks in the sand,

Nothing more to lose except life in hand,

With every bomb a hundred more human terrors cloned,

For vengeance is sweet, suicide honed.

We, the nations of the world, stand in condemnation,

We breed the agents for our self-destruction.

War is no way for peace, but the knell,

The UN head takes the cake Nobel.

Justification of draconian legislations,

With the weapon of the 'Medes and the Persians'.

"Members of the world has never been more united", says Georgy.

United in shame, dancing with Ares and Mars in orgy,

World leaders hailed in the annals of history.

Human values relegated to the mortuary.

We deserve the world we claim,

On us be shame, shame oh shame.

My English has deteriorated a lot since those times. Sigh.