Refugees

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"Beloved, felt and understood. Reviled, hated and wounded. For some, one illiterate, for others, an enlightened man, but streets were his school and his university life, a Center in which the approved or suspense for the degree is delivered after the death was"

Impassibility.

Roads of Shahnameh and Khalid had been found in The Medusa, and it was in this old boat with destination off the coast of Greece where surrounded by insufficient people had joined forces to survive the voyage and later shipwreck in the treacherous waters of the Aegean Sea. Together they had saved several people from drowning, and also together had trembled seized some old and rotten boards between the wreck, exhausted and limply together came to a small European island where were sheltered in a massive Center for refugees.

Shahnameh had left Tehran's fleeing from the radicalism of the Islamic fundamentalists, because of his homosexuality, staying anywhere in Iran had forced him to choose between castration or die hanged, Europe arose in the eyes of the young Iranian man as the only way to salvation, and in the only way that took away from the middle ages, of death and who took him to freedom to equal opportunities and to life.

Khalid was born in Pakistan but with very few years of life he moved with his family to live in Syria, there had studied engineering, got married and worked at an official Centre until such time as the Arab spring, a spring so bloody and so dark that after it in Damascus there was no peace for peace or anything to anyone.

Shahnameh was Muslim and despite his homosexuality was reading and was written in the Koran verses, Khalid had been educated in the Christian religion, although not a practitioner considered is continued their rites and celebrations with respect, their parents, siblings and grandparents had been baptized and United in marriage as Christians, and as a Christian married Zahira hoping that also by the rite of Christianity their children marry someday.

Shahnameh had left behind his parents, his brothers and his friends, many of them lost fitness by shrapnel from bombs, others away from it due to stigma, is why that Shahnameh began his trip a new period full of illusions and hopes, the horror remained in Iran, that prospect vision perish on the trip was preferable to live like a rat without rights his destiny was written by hanging as a man, in stoning as a transsexual, or in becoming a vicious aberration for satisfaction of the lowest instincts of fans from the East.

Between darkness and sorrows,
Sailing times,
Between shadows and cries,
The reason was wrecked.

Between words and insults,
They ride the hopes,
Between tears and misfortune,
Your heart crashed.

Emerging from the ground,
A sea of black ash that,
She wrapped as sludge,
The brightness of the afternoon.

And the sky was darkened,
In colors Garnet that,
They covered your body,
With blood of the moon.

Between sighs and dreams,
Lies my heart,
Between resentment and black lives,
The excitement is lost.

Between words and insults,
He walks the Earth,
Between tears of seven lives,
A heart was lost.

Two different men met with a fate, and in a prison for refugees would share the misunderstanding, mistrust and all the dangers of the West, the road that awaited them was uncertain and very hard, men, women and children hungry, fearful, sick and injured trying to survive this homicidal madness that had been installed in the East threatening life , sanity and attacking the security of all.

As an impoverished and stripping Europe celebrated Christmas Eve in the Shahnameh refugee camp shook in his makeshift bed and writhed with a serious gesture of terror, Khalid lying next to him gently woke him up and told him that all this only regret was a bad dream.

Shahnameh although he felt relieved, with his face between his trembling hands wept bitterly, asked Khalid surprised that there were nightmares even worse than reality, while it comforted him by the horror that caused him so much pain, Shahnameh dried tears, then much more quiet and next to the warmth of a friend revived the images that filled you the heart of sadness rage and fear.

-First I dreamed with my wife and with my beloved daughter, saw them as before his death, after the city was full of fire and all its inhabitants drowned in blood.

-A world without exit and rest I have seen no where love and fraternity among men were two rare feelings in extinction, a cruel world where the moisture of the Earth, nor between the rotten wooden coffins there is peace and rest for anyone, a world where pain and suffering projected eternal way over all the Nations of the planet.

-A world in which neither there nor here import to anyone, there crushed us the cruel and criminal fanaticism of the false men of God, and here condemns us indifference and fear of the citizens of the West, in my dream I could see small galapagos million running down a beach infinite trying to get to the sea and a swarm of winged monsters that with a deafening noise, one to one were crushing them with sharp teeth they are monsters and the galapagos we crazed run towards a distant blood-tinged sea looking for an opportunity.

Behind the appearance,
It is the meat, blood,
Skin and your bones,
Behind your soul is,
Tucked away my heart.

You're it, my way,
You're it, my destiny,
A drawbridge,
It leads to salvation.

You in the solitude of the mountain,
I in the fire of a volcano, 
You in the fullness of the morning,
I between the warm twilight.

Shahnameh and Khalid merged in an emotional embrace under the full moon and gave thanks for be able to enjoy a beautiful night safe and at peace, both were made aware that neither wing nor Lord were large, nor fair, nor mercy as they claimed the Bible, the Torah or the Koran and that birth West celebrated with as much solemnity as only it was another man tortured to death between the millions of men and women massacred with that comprises the history of mankind.

God cannot ever be held merciful, nor fair, nor big while you allow that so many miseries, so much horror happen and so much outrage upon the face of the planet, and there, surrounded by starving children dying elderly and of men and young women fighting against cold and revealing themselves against adversity, Shahnameh and Khalid twin fusing his blood and realized that all was lost and that neither there nor here there was a hopeful future for anyone.

But it was Christmas Eve, and in the sky had a great full that illuminated Christmas, it was Christmas Eve and they were surrounded by thousands of hungry hearts of food and freedom, upon them there were no aircraft of death, or criminals with knives looking for their heads, they were flashing the stars filled with beauty, calm and peace, Shahnameh and Khalid slept that night longing for an opportunity and moon with its shimmery swollen hearts of hope.

Each fanaticism with its motto,
Each crazy with its theme and,
Every activist with his work.

Each assassin with his cross,
Each victim with his sentence and,
Each conflict with its dark.

Christmas Eve full moon,
With fear and cold between the reason.

Christmas Eve with the full soul,
With feeling and without tribulation.

Every illusion with your Hello,
Each hope with his candle and,
Each poet with its word.

Each refugee with its crossroads,
Each angel with his candle  and,
Each demon with his fork.

Christmas Eve full moon,
Wounded and in the air a song.

Christmas Eve with the full soul,
Refugees, stiff and without passion.

Lucas Lazar. Telling Stories.

“When love is in the air Bliss breathe anywhere, love makes evil good and beauty replaces the ugliness, love can move mountains, changing the course of a river and stop the storm”

The force of love.

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