Life is a chance to carve your being_____by Souhail Arfaoui

His eyes stare to the heaven, to the time of life, his hope is orphan meaningless and gone away.

Prisoner inside a room, walls are broken as his dreams, ruined from failure, his face tells a million stories of bars.

Heavy time, heavy memories, heavy thoughts awake in her mind, thrown away by the ages of time in the stream of the dead memories.

Wheels of time keep turning; ashes of memories come to wash his heart with tears in the night, in the morning, he wakes up and look up to dreams filling his hearts and thoughts.

Tears on wrinkles at night and high hopes at morning.

She never forget that moment, may be life is sometimes so dark, make us cry and the evil is still here in life may be to give us lesson or to give us wisdoms .

She cannot blinking her eyes she keep them open to stare at memories despite she is blind , but not in her mind she smells all letter sent by him ages ago and learned them when she had sight .

Now she draws and defies disability to draws and paint all things come in her mind and all things is him .

He is a man living in this frozen earth, he is a simple peasant.

He ploughs and plants seeds with a lot of passion , and willing, with a thick and wrinkled hands tracks by the power of time , he gives love to his ground and soil, watered his land by drops of works. He has a feeling that rises in him every day and certain that time will give him the best of things. In a warm summer night, wishes can come true with all his might, his life was so simple and had not a disguise.

He love her despite her blindness, she is still in love with him despite his disability and difficult movement, with his wheelchair he move between fields to go to work and for living. In this meantime she continues to dress colors on a white painting.

At first sight colors are mixed and she continues to move all colors with her white shaking hand and tries to feel colors in order to make it looks like the image in her mind.

Two bodies invaded by wrinkles of time, sun burned is his body and white is her , linked by the love.

Blinded by the fate , she stands alone in a cold place , poor freezing house , in a hills that betray the town, her dreams are not vanished because when she tries to return back time in memories , a million words of love are spoken , the promise is made ages ago , they get together married , live a poor life but happy . Sometimes she play glorious music around the cathedral , such a beautiful music fills ears , and hear the silence of nature play the rhythm of choirs sing when the day come to ravish the night .

At night , when the rays of light , last in the sky , with a sun soon to die , diving behind horizon light just disappear and echoes of silence come to fill the hills and fields . A men pass through the hills and trees pushes and drive two wheels of his chairs, he was so happy because he gets the fruit of his hard labour, to make his small house feeling joy and happiness.

His family was her she was all for him and he was too. They usually walk together through the good and the bad she was melody the good side of life, he was the hope, and the battle.

From his sickness he dies he forsake her drowning into a sea of sadness , mourning love, now silence covers her life and fills her blinded eyes . Nobody knows the sickness of her cause she was him and he was her, she felt the real solitude and the meaningless of life without him. Same love buried into the same graveyard, thorns and flowers dies next their grave. Same love, same world, same way , same fate , beats of heart are the same . Eternal love shining, roses on their grave roses are not a gift for love roses are make for love to the dead.

Never lose hope when life gives you a chance to live, life is a chance to carve your being

And the story continues …

Written By Souhail Arfaoui