The Birds "short story"

We were dreaming that we are a bird; in the colour of the sky; as big as no cage can contain it; swimming in a throne of clear white silky clouds. Drops of water gently touch his face before they fall down and change into rotten mud; inhabited by thousands of dirty creatures that eat the rubbish and the remainants of some birds that were decieved by the solid surface of the mud and thought that it is a great land; without cages; without bars. We were dreaming that we are a bird; moving his wings that expand endlessly. Air moves around him in silky waves that evokes nice feelings-air that is not full of bombs` smoke.This air does not arrest our smells nor carries them to the police`s dogs that eat blood and flesh. We were dreaming everyday untill they met in their room under the ground.Their boss,with big eyes , spoke:"This dirty dream spreads as an epidimic disease". His voice became like the voice of a snake:"We must kill this dirty dream". Then, they met in their metalic building that is too high for our eyes to see.One of them spoke:"My scientific researches prove that birds eat ten percent of the world`s crops".He said:"Birds are the first enemy of the world".Others spoke.Their speaches were separated only by clapping.Before they go, they signed a statement that birds are the first enemy of humanity and that the next year is the year of killing birds.

Comment:

I am the writer of this short story, and I wrote it about the dream of One Islamic Nation. After you read the short story, I want to ask everyone of you some questions:

1- Do you -like the majority of western politicians- think that the One Islamic Nation is a danger ?

2- Do you support what the western politicians do to prevent the achievement of this dream ?

3- Do you understand the muslims` reactions against the western attitude ? Try to be honest and try to understand the Islamic point of view.

About the Author

Egyptian writer