Jadal

Yes sir, I chose and choose to write. It’s not a meant to be thing, but I felt I want to write and I have to write, I would feel this heavy burden upon my shoulders, as you all know that’s not such a pleasant feeling. I chose to write for one reason; my mom told me that the stories that I don’t write, I lose them to my enemy. Each story, no matter how lame and boring it may be, if I don’t write it, chronicle it and keep it, it will be lost to my enemy. Bu since I don’t want my enemy to win  I chose to write, sir. To be honest with you I came from a third world country- whatever you like to call it. I came here with these big bundles of expectations of attaining freedom and equality, I never thought that I would be persecuted for writing sir, but I have to say even if I knew I would be in trouble for writing, I would write anyway. Because you see I have to write, sir. It’s the same thing with you, you have to set right from wrong, and interfere between people to settle things out. It’s your duty just the same as it’s my duty. I’m the eyes that watch.

I watched as my roommate prepared for her mission, to invite people to her religion- the absolute true religion. And I also watched her drinking alcohol- something her religion prohibits, and I watched her sneaking to the room in the middle of the night with messy hair. I also watched the owner of the store nearby harass a girl from Japan, who didn’t know how to speak English.

I watched lots of things happen, and I write them with dedication. Is that a crime sir?

Why do I have to suffer? they took my paper and my pen, they stripped my mind. But don’t worry I made my way around it. Now, I write in my mind, with my soul and memory. I have the story of the guard of my cellar, and the story of a judge who bought gold with other person’s freedom, and he’s now a rich judge, sir.