Angry God

A Akhtar Jawad
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I forgot and I forgave you, for breaking a temple, for breaking a church, and, for breaking a mosque. Fools! Do you think I live in man made buildings? I can't forget and I can't forgive you, for collapsing a house on the boarders, during an exchange of uncalled artillery firing, I was there to watch my virtual image, a newly born infant being breast fed by her mother. Believe it or not you injured me, the blood on the bed was my blood, the fire did not burn only a mother and an infant, it has burntme, too. Now go to the places of worship for prayers and come back empty handed. I have closed my eye lids, and, I have closed my ears. I have left you at the mercy of cruel probability. Live and die as a lifeless matter, Probability may or may not send the winds that bursts the the dry ovary of a flower, the seeds in the dry ovary may or may not scatter, the clouds may or may not rise for the rain falls, even if a seed germinates, and a plant smiling peeps out through the vagina of the earth, no guarantee, it may or may not grow in a plant of flowers, may be a shell hits it and all is over. Now I leave it for you, you may or may not make a paradise on the earth, I never made a Hell on the earth, it's you the worthless man in this endless universe, I am afraid Ah! You will yourself make a Hell for you! Being a mother I can't impose severe punishments on my children. I leave the disobedient ones to live and die without my love, without my care, and, without my favours.

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