Greedy Bellies, Hungry Hearts

Romanticism and materialism are by-products of categorisation, conflicts, wars, order, races, etc. Greedy bellies have converted us into mere expats fleeing from that suffocating periphery. Living up to people’s expectations causes greed, whilst we grow expats because social norms insist on leaving us adrift. Human psyche is easily acquainted with, but still difficult to be redressed.

Accounts on Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, Hellotalk,etc, are meant to be hearts’ food. Compliments and emoticons are tidbits would never make us full. To my way of thinking, relationships, especially, online ones are paintings relying on the painters. We are the painters who choose which one to show off, or dismiss, which is considered a masterpiece, or barely a scribble.

According to science, order is woven into the tapestry of life and it is something unchangeable as evolution occurs differently. However, religions have another standpoints that human beings are equal before Allah.

“And drive not away those who call upon their Lord morning and evening, desiring His Face. Naught of their reckoning falls upon thee and naught of thy reckoning falls upon them, such that thou shouldst drive them away and thus become one of the wrongdoers.”

This Quranic verse was reportedly revealed when a group of prominent Makkans indicated that they wished to join the Prophet’s teaching circle, but were loathe to sit among and be associated with some of Muhammad’s other followers who were of low social standing (including Bilāl and other freed slaves) and so asked the Prophet to send them away.

Universal trust: with money as a go-between, any two people can cooperate on any project.

Human beings believe that money is the key overshadowing hearts. I am deep down sure that there is a relationship between money and that void in our lives. Accumulation of one side will definitely shrink the other one. Ironically I have none of them, but that void is unbearable!

An Outcast

“These displaced persons are mostly unwanted where they fled from; unwanted where they are, in refugee camps; and unwanted where they want to go.”

“With the exception of those born in refugee camps, every refugee used to have a life. It doesn’t matter whether you were a physician in Bosnia or a goat herder in the Congo: what matters is that a thousand little anchors once moored you to the world. Becoming a refugee means watching as those anchors are severed, one by one, until at last you’re floating outside of society, an untethered phantom in need of a new life.”

I think this book shows only a sample of refugees and immigrants and how they are living where they are now. As someone who was born and raised in Egypt willing to live in a better place someday; the scene does not sound beautiful, but my humanistic instinct is prompting me to flee at least to keep it safe.

You may want to check out this too The Displaced.