The Melting Island:Roukaya Eid

The Melting Island As Albert Einstein said, “The distinction between the past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.” To waste the time trying to understand the hindrances that make you down when all your peers are grown up is not a good idea. Why I’m saying that? Because, I’m the eighteen-year-old boy whose destiny pushed him from the top of the highest mountain of his dream. I’m the sole that the reality gives him more than he wants. I’m not a crazy boy that doesn’t abide the law, or a sick person with lots of psychological maladies. They said that I was one in a million, but now everything is changing the present makes me a broken person that has nothing to say to life. I have been bedridden since the last time that I took off my uniform. I suffer from every eye shrinking my parents and tell them that their efforts are washed up, and that their son is, unfortunately, a failure person. I’m trying to be as far as possible, to blur the pictures of the persons who have the most crucial hunt in my heart; my beloved, my family, and my friends. But the pains of the buried injuries woke me up to try again to discard my problems and get some outstanding remedy for my hectic soul. I try to forget that I was an officer madden a salvo to the Lebanese flag every morning. I neglect that the hand who helped me at the past to reach my dream is the same that cut my veins yesterday and paralyzes my life today. Finally, I forgot that the past skipped all the old modest desires of an outstanding student with the highest grade and the strong personality, to make him a silly person and perhaps non respectful from his society. I’m still trying to start again and remove these black papers of my life.