Issue 2

 Ramin Mohamadalikhani

It was at the beginning of the spring that a fight
started inside me. During the nights of sleeplessness,
I was burning in the flames of a war that its motive
and its oponents all were part of me. It was clear to
both sides what this conflict was about.

The battle eventually ended with victory for one side
and defeat for the other side. There were corpes every
where covered by the ashes of the burned land. However
it was unclear what was gained by the war and it
remained unknown which side won the battle and which
side lost it. It was then dictated by the conqueror to
the defeated that nobody must ever know what this
conflict was about.

Time passed by over the wasted land until sprouts of
some herbs appeared, gradually growing up. Even some
floweres bloomed out of the black ashes. Hope returned
to the defeated. What else could one expect when the
winner, the failed and the reason are all the same.

However for the burned trees to blossom again Sun was
needed. The warm, kind light of Sun was needed to
revive the frozen soul. Sun was however hidden behind
the dark clouds, the garment of the conqueror. It felt
that another war was about to happen.
***
Ah, Hope, are you my friend or my enemy? Without you I
die and with you I am tortured to death
***
Oh, Sun is watching us. Hiss.

(Silence)