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Didar Masifi This week while so busy with my daily routines, I left with no topic to write about. And as long as writing gives me such a vivid pleasure, finding a topic never been a headache before. People say more read and less write is the best way to get shut up and live in peace. But in the most cases a full-time writer turns to be the same full-time reader, who flips his/her mask. Please don’t ask me how managing this. Additionally, I can tell you one thing that any full time reader finally ends up with a writing carrier. He/she may one day erupt like a volcano. So without emptying process he/she will burn himself or herself by his or her own burning lavas; and for sure you know temperature of lava. It is just like a hell! Please again don’t ask me how a writer survives in this hell. I too have no clues. But guess that the writer has a spirit made of lavas. If you believe me here is your diamond. Words! I should have not left without topic, especially today when many things are happening simultaneously. All things are matters if you think internationally. Sometimes if you think too hot, you may end up just like me with no topic to write about. For instance, somebody may say here is a hot topic, the Kurdish in the U.N. for the first time and also the Kurdish in the White


House for first time. The First Time that lovely times phrase my not always be fascinating for all. I think I still have a problem, even with your help my buddy readers. Look! The world is immersed by floods of topics, but I still have no one. Please, give me a hand before I would drown! Oh! Are you telling me to read more? Thanks! And unfortunately, this damn thing has become my habit since the day I have smelled a peculiar heavy odor from a torn out page of an old book. I agree you with about how reading affects write about. But I can tell also that in the early ages poets and writers did more pondering than reading. Once a while I like to try this sophisticated experiment and frankly it worked for me. One day I felt I saw a gigantic letter swaying on the surface of the ocean just like a cruise without a captain; a large swan. Oh! You need me to tell you the subject of that letter. No, I will keep that secret and excuse me for being naughty. Just like a politician I am, speaking about something, but not showing it to you! So let us leave that for a moment! I think at this very moment I have got a topic, and I will leave you in peace after a page of boring words. Oh! You like my writings! Thanks any way.


Before sit down on my disk for writing, a saying by Miss. Condoleezza Rice has hooked my attention. It was written on a hanging board by which I just passed by hastily. "But I can honestly say that without Mrs. Parks, I probably would not be standing here today as Secretary of State." Condoleezza Rice quoted. Before googling Mrs. Park’s name, I was no aware that knowledge she died a few days ago. Like King and X, Park is a bright name that shone the darkness era of the fifties and sixties of the most power county. Mrs. Park was a brave civil right activist and who was the first black person to refuse giving her seat to a white man person. She died at age 93, old enough to be totally known by all of us, a person of two centuries. Miss. Rice was also totally right in her saying. So what’s left for me to write about? Now, again Mrs. Park is so well known to be a topic for an ordinary writing by an ordinary person like me, who love to see a black savvy woman not only as Secretary of State but on the top of power. Rosa Park has failed to be my topic, for I keep myself minutes silence to honor her and hope her in peace. To write about somebody, first you have to search her/his personal life, here it is too soon to bother Mrs. Park for that; she needs absolute rest. Oh! I do apologize again to keep you here so long without telling anything useful, but I promise I’ll shortly come up with my topic. Wait a minute I have found one, the November, the month in which I was born. To be more exact the November, 07th, my first day of life. Don’t you think this would be a good a topic not and so boring to read; something about another person’s birthday.


O.K. I changed my mind again. I don’t take your time and I bother myself either. I’m not writing about my birthday. Instead, I will make the hereunder diagram as being so joyful to wish myself a happiness in the mysterious abyss below. I which I have been just felled down! =The Past =The East. The November 07; =The Bolshevik Revolution’s day.

$The Future $The West $The Seven Eleven Store

Hey buddy, send me a Birthday Card!

 


Nov 7th