Meaningless

How humans destroy everything! This is a big tragedy. Soon or later we will be punished for our actions. But what's the meaning? We will still repeat our behavior.

For the first time, I had traveled so far. I have met a lot of people, saw their facial expressions. But no matter how hard I tried, I haven't accomplished my goal. I thought why would my words affect anyone? I am just a letter. I am just white paper with black words on it. Soon or later someone will tear me and throw me away. 

Like all the other letters they started to write on me. The end of the feather pen kept touching me. The writer's serious face grabbed my attention. I read what he wrote and understood everything deeply. He made the right decision. His cautious face made me even more nervous. As if this plan went wrong whole country will be in danger. And I agreed with him. I hope everything would go right. He folded me with his cold as ice hands. Suddenly I felt pain. Like someone put the needle inside me. I think that was bird's claw. But I forgot about the pain very soon.  I felt like a bird in the sky. I felt the fast wind against me. For a second I was worried about wind hurting me. Because I started to hear something tearing apart. But I knew I was made from quality material. More than half of the road was peaceful. But then I started shaking vigorously. At first, I didn't pay attention but pigeon started flying weirdly. I was hearing unexplainable noises. The pigeon was crying scared and helplessly. I was seeing black blurs. The blurs were making pigeon uncomfortable. They were hurting it. Then something started pulling me. I was about to rip apart and die. But thankfully pigeon didn't let it happen. At that point I understood everything. Big, bad eagles surrounded the pigeon. Suddenly this poor, white bird started falling fast to the ground. I couldn't tell if it was dead or alive. Somehow I felt free from these claws. It threw me in someone's rough hands. I was looking at the bird. It simply got up and flew away. These rough hands unfolded me. As soon as he started reading he scowled. I was waiting for this moment since I started my travel. But his expression made me scared. What if he denies the offer... What will happen next? No! He can't deny it. Maybe he just can't see the words clearly. But sun shined bright so writing could be read easily. He started smiling. Maybe he was happy to be in peace. But I felt hatred and trickery in his smile. He called others and they also started laughing. I couldn't understand anything. He gave me to someone and told him to bring feather pen and write as he tells. Again end of the feather pen touched me but this time the writer was rough. I read as he wrote. " We deny your offer. Your warriors will die during a battle. We will fight till our last breath." My heart stopped out of fear. In my whole life, it was the first time that I faced this situation. I didn't understand why wouldn't they live in peace, continue the war? What do they get from this? Actually broadening your land has many advantages, but is it worth the death of innocent people, destruction? Humans will kill each- other for a piece of land. That will always be a mystery for me. The man gave me to person with rough hands. He just looked at me and folded me. Then I started my journey. I still could not be relaxed. Again this long, hard way that could be ended with death. But this time it was easier. I didn't feel anyone's claws or the wind. I was in somewhere dark. I could see the light from the little hole. I also was hearing a weird noise. It sounded like somebody was hitting the ground with high speed and the voice of a person. When I heard that noise again I realized that I am on a running horse. This boring journey ended when it was getting dark. The person gave me to another one with wet hands. As he unfolded me I saw 3 people. One was so nervous his face was red, one was squeezing his teeth together and breathed heavily, the other person with wet hands was holding me. As soon as they read what was written their faces became even more horrible. I couldn't imagine what will happen next. Maybe I don't even want to imagine.

Now I am laying tore apart, crushed, covered with red stains, inhaling my last breaths as I watch this scene. Black eagles that attacked pigeon were flying in the sky. Valley was covered in red statue-like corpses. Dark red, even black liquid was covering green grass. Neither of the sides won. Here it is, the first tragedy made by humans. People think everything is ok, and they close their eyes to consequences. Maybe I am not the first letter that tried to end the war and I am not going to be the last. All I know is that after finishing this sentence I will close my eyes forever. But I wished to die after I am sure that humans won't make this mistake again. 

                                                                                               

                                                                                                 Writer: Alishly Chinara

                                                                                                  Translator: İlaha Guliyeva