A tale of a statue..

I wish I can say “once upon a time” but no one ever knew if this was for real or a hallucination of an old lady…whether this was based on facts or just nested thoughts in the back of her brain…whether they said the truth…or believed a myth…what I know is what I heard…and what I heard is what I’ll say…

Lips moved and words were ushered shyly every time they mentioned her name…faces changed and eyes looked concerned…puzzled they were… and yet, they believed what they said…they believed that she might have been a ghost that was cursed by a witch…they believed it was a story that was said to enlighten and to amuse…they believed it was a knitted lie…a truth that was stripped from all the ingredients of honesty and sincerity…a fiction was it.. Or a fact…I can simply say …

Once upon a thought…there was a woman…

A woman who no one dared to talk loudly about fearing they’ll be cursed…except for an old lady who lived in a cottage down by the river…

“She was different from all the children in the village…ever since she was child and she would play alone… walk alone…talk alone…something about her made everyone so curious to know her more…she loved… but I wonder if she hated…

She turned slowly into a statue…a very unique one…you’d look at it and wonder what kind of an artist managed to create such beauty…beauty that was ununderstood...but what can we say... Beauty is in the eye of the beholder…

She is full of details…from head to toe…you close your eyes and you can see her walking in front of you…you open your eyes and you see a statue with many weird mixtures of textures and materials used to create her…she wasn’t a rock…at least not all of her.. she wasn’t an iron...was she of clay?…she was everything you can imagine… her eyes were so transparent... they looked like a frozen lake in the midst of a Russian winter…if you look closely you’d see the water that froze beneath the ice…so clear they were…parts of her were made of wood…iron…rock…plastic…fibre…hollow….thats how weird she was…

You’d see her walking and then suddenly you hear a thump, you look back and on the floor she’d be lying hugging her knees and crying…and a part of her would be transformed into something…anything around her would add an extra "material" to her…sometimes you see a smile has an effect of a sculpturing knife…engraves a mark on her…many things affected her…good or bad they were…they kept a mark on her…sometimes its so deep you’d feel her tiniest finest veins changing into something different… sometimes it would be so hard it would crash her…hit her like she was hit by a lightning and throws her on the floor shattering some of “her” … she suffered mostly from the painful looks…words…actions…and in some cases thoughts… a continuous modeling or sculpturing class she seemed to live…engraving…carving.. changing… and transforming….until she turned to what she is now…

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Life changes us…people change us…smiles…words...actions...happiness and sorrows change us too…whatever we go through affects us…sometimes its so deep we wouldn’t feel it…but by time we’d know that it settled down in our soul…

Someone would tell you something and it would hurt you so much... and you promise yourself ever since you'll change....you miss someone so much your heart aches ...but you move on...slowly or fast...you learn to move on....you go through many ups and downs...but after every "down" you learn to focus your strength on your legs to walk...to climb the cliff to reach the "up"...

Are you the same person you were five years back? What have changed? Was it someone? Was it a thought…was it a belief…was it a warm sincere smile? All the incidents we go through are meant to be…”ما اصابك لم يكن ليخطئك وما أخطئك لم يكن ليصيبك

Whatever we are going through…we should learn from it…it sure will keep a mark on us…but how will it affect our characters is what makes it important…stronger we should be…wiser and courageous….ambitious…but at the same time…we should know that whatever has happened is meant to be… and its for our own benefit…it might not be visible now…but one day…we’ll be a state of art… an art with a brain and a heart…


A Last Dot:
An artist needs his tools…keep them up to date…and well maintained…define your tools and use them… and be yourself's artist...