A Conversation with a Delinquent By Sami Khalil
Time sped ahead of anticipation in jail. It is neither its
first debut nor an onset of fever. Hard to gauge when something is bemusing for
it provides valuable lessons albeit hard to forget.
In our shared conversation, he confided his secrets. “I
was adjudicated corrupt, delinquent. I was ridiculed by my peers, shoved aside
as nobody. Society knocked ne down where I had lost my comfort zone. Evil
muddied my ways, robbing me blind of the true self. I needed to get away, to
vanish to a place void of 'judgement zone'.
Beneath a canopy of stars, I
prayed. For being on the defensive, I was an easy target. My fears galloped
into a rumble. Dark clouds greeted my dead silence wholeheartedly. It was all
rough and tumble before I got caught and sent to jail.
Blind anger at society
drove me insane without alienation of the will. I asked God for release, to
free me from the twists and bends, to reclaim my own space before aging dawns
on me and takes advantage of its power,” he said.
As I sat watching him confess, I said: “Worry not. This
too shall pass,” as his tears welled up, gasping for air. I went on to say, “Broken
parts are never glued. They are mended. Be relentless, eager and willing. With
each new day, free your thoughts from evil. Never tax them to the limit. We all
desire validation, affirmation and ignition.
Start now, for you have to
challenge your winters to get your springs. Memories rise from the depths of the
forgotten. Peace rises from the hands of the gifted struggle. Love rises from
spirits filled with joy. Rise up! Your spiritual season is at hand. You have dignity
to sustain, dreams to chase. Rise above…"
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