Who Am I?

Q : Why do i suffer .. ?

M : Suffering lies in Attachment, be there nothing in the world, what u'd cling with your life, there will be nothing that would make you suffer. 

Q : Is it necessary ..??

M : No one can escape suffering. Like no one can escape the labyrinth of materialism. Its similar to a monk who wants enlightenment through meditation, not acquired, he suffers. When enlightened realizes it was always inside one's self, he who looked all around, in silence found it in himself.

Q : What do i learn from suffering .. ?

M : To me suffering is just as enjoyable as is happiness. What would happiness be without suffering, what is suffering without happiness. Its like seeing a ripe apple, admiring all its beauty and walking away without tasting the fruit.

Q : What about those who suffer all their lives . . ?

M : At times in life one has to make an effort, climb the tree and pluck out the apple. Its those who choose to let the wrongs be as they are that suffer. One has to swirl the spoon to let the sugar dissolve in the tea, perfect enough to be consumed.

Q : If i sit by and experience everything as it is, would it lessen my suffering ??

M : You would become the observer. But remember, to him, the observer, it should not matter if the sugar is half melt or the tea half cold. If it does, make sure you are ready to climb the tree and pluck the apple.

Chapter 2 : Memory - The Non-Existent

Nothing is what it appears to be. Things change their shape and value with time, they always do and its inevitable. The seedling has grown into a tree, where there was sunlight now exists a vast shadow, the traveller who put the seed in the ground now sits in peace below the tree that was once just a seed. This very land land appeared to be barren once, the traveller put the seed unto ground, life puts life unto itself. Perception of our physical world is very fluid, its ever changing and yet all events appear equally believable for life presents it to us in the most unimaginable ways. Human life is entirely based on reference. A reference to that which you have experienced off the five senses the aid with which the body operates; Touch, Smell, Sight, Tastes and Sounds. Without having a perception of an object, a person or a place thoughts cannot be created. Each thought is based on a reference to an event, ones that we give prime importance to, the ones we see of value, of significance, something worth noting. Find me he who is always certain of knowing the best path to walk upon. One that leads to wilfull events that define how we see life and how we clear the obstacles it shoves upon us everyday till our day of death. He is nowhere to be found but in you.

Time, as i see it, is a memory. Time is a reference to which one can distinguish between events that which have happened, ones that are happening and also those which can possibly happen. Memory is attimes real and attimes unreal. Its entirely based upon where it comes from. Is it a memory of the past, a memory of the present moment or that of something which is yet to come.

Even though memory can be seen as information, this information itself has many forms. Memory of the past is very rigid. It is very hard for some people to not lead lives based upon the very limited first hand experience of this short period of time we call life. Short in the sense that you were a child once, playing and cheering not knowing what life is about and here we are as grown adults still trying to figure out what the best way is out of the many ways one can possibly choose for themselves.

Wonder what life would be like had we had no memory. I strongly suggest it would be chaos. Just like the tides crashing against the shore, thoughts of different men will have clashed each day, adding to more chaos. Without memory, as with each passing day, each day would be seen in a new light, all equally amazing or all blatantly dull.

What would you talk about to your friend, about a yesterday you dont remember. About a yesterday that you tasted completely yet have no recognition of. Would this friend even be found the next day. This is a state of memory less living. Where each day brings a new friend also the passing of what bring death to that which existed. 

Chapter 3 : As Above So Below

The wise merchant grew older with each passing day of travel. Each day he learnt a new skill. He knew none but where to buy cotton from . Learnt he from Wahib who knew where the camels were traded, From Ismail who knew how to survive the desert, From Khalil who knew days without water, From Dabassir who knew days as a slave, From Wahab who knew why not to steal, From Karim who knew why not to gamble, from Shahib who knew why not to lie, from Shammil on why not spend more than you can earn, from Rafiq who learnt not to dream more than one can realize.

But never could the merchant understand what on the night of the full moon saw the child on the merchants face, that the child gave away his only doll for free and walked away with nothing in return.

Chapter 4 : Madman

And the Madman screamed on, shouted he far into the sky, ''Liraaaaaaaaa''.

And Lira realized it wasn't safe anymore to stay beneath the skies for the storm was raging. While the rest decided to take refuge in trees with trunks Lira decided to fly above the clouds and that made all the difference.

Lira is an Eagle in a city of Sparrows.