Dear LO'ers,
I received last week a message from Afghanistan, it was from Marjan.
You know him all from TV. It is a pity that a lion king has passed. It is
a pity that a midwife for peace and care has passed.
Here is Marjan's message:
Dear humans,
On my age I couldn't stand too much care. I have lived a simple life in a
complex environment.
When I became conscious of my life, I saw that my world was small. I lived
as a prisoner, whereas I felt like a king. Not in a golden cage, but one
of rusty iron. I have seen many human eyes looking at me, accentuating my
lonesomeness. Many human eyes of many nationalities.
During all these years I had only one dear friend, Muhammed Akbar. He gave
me food and love, I loved him too. I hope that he will be proud of himself
that he served me who felt like a king.
There was a time in my life that I wondered what happened outside my small
world. There were for more than two year lots of explosions nearby and I
had no idea of whom should be feel happier - those outside my world, or
me. I saw many humans die in the direct vicinity of my world. But also
lots of my neighbours were killed either. How strange I thought are all
those humans.
At that time there was somebody who intruded my world, the only thing I
had. This man was not nice, had no respect for me. I killed him.
That changed my life incredibly. Soon afterwards a man with flaming eyes
came to my cage and threw something to me. The huge explosion wounded me
terribly. My face was hurted, I became blind and I could not eat anymore.
Dear Muhammed helped me. I could hear him every day entering my world with
some food. I realised that it was very difficult for him to get food for
me. He saved me and I love him very much. His tender voice, his footstep
and his smell. Despite the help of Muhammed, eating was so difficult that
I became thin and meagre. And my head and eyes and teeth were hurting so.
After many sleeps and bad dreams a nice man came who was able to repair my
face somewhat and who managed to arrange my teeth a bit. Eating became
somewhat easier.
After this treatment I felt much better and stronger. Muhammed was also
very kind to bring a friend for me. She was so nice and I felt young
again. During her short stay I married her, but soon after this she was
taken away. I have never smelled her again and I don't know if she
received some king's children from me.
The explosions returned, much more heavier then before. I was tired and
sad of everything. Humans seem unable to live without noise and
destruction. I wished I was deaf as well.
Some weeks ago the explosions stopped. And I felt increased attention for
me. I smelled humans with different smells than what was known to me. They
were kind for me. I received better and much more food. Humans even
arranged a sleeping place for me that was warm and dry. Too much warmth I
felt. I was not prepared for so much care. Before I will go and sleep
forever, I say goodbye to you and I beg you to make not so much noise and
destruction in the future. Please care for each other.
And you, my dear Muhammed, you know I love you so much. I hope you will
live in peace.
Marjan
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dr. Leo D. Minnigh
l.d.minnigh@library.tudelft.nl
Library Technical University Delft
PO BOX 98, 2600 MG Delft, The Netherlands
Tel.: 31 15 2782226
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