flamingos

Have you ever been to the moon?, Well I have but once and then never again,it's not like I wish not to go back again,but the beautiful chance came just once and since then I never had it again,Now let me tell you about my stay on the Moon,The moon is nothing like you can imagine,a wonderful utopia,with coloured skies that switches from pink to green and blue to Violet,name them.On the moon,there are flamingos who danced in a chorography on clear lakes with waterfalls of vast colours, flying fish flew over the ocean in a magnificent parade, while Macaws sang in melodies so Celtic in dispositions,but far more cool and romantic. The moon is a place to be ,it gives peace deep to your soul and levitates you like a balloon never hoping to touch town ever. You must endeavor at least once in your life time to visit the moon. Although my stay on the moon was short lived,even though I wish it lasted longer,I can still recall every detail of how I got there,so I'll tell you so that you too can go there someday. I had relocated to the city for the first time,and was harboured by my cousin pending when I would get my own place. For me to own my own place and to continue life in the city,i would need to get a job,and I did just that. I was employed the next week by a factory close to my cousin's, it was a food processing company,we made oats and pea nuts and biscuits and many other related stuff. On my resumption I and some others were given some orientations on handling certain machines and on safety, after this session,we were taken into the main factory, and shuffled into different departments and it was customary for amateurs to be introduced to the team leaders in the department he was placed, sadly for the rookies on my department our team leaders had not arrived so we went straight to work,I am not exactly the social kind so I did not bother trying to make any friends, I kept eyes on my work, only lifting it to glance at who all of a sudden made so much noise,and there it was, beauty as I have never known,. for some reason, amongst all that crowd of workers,the noise maker was specific looking back at me, This to me was shocking, I mean,I was amongst a great busy crowd and yet that glance was so direct, I decided to look away,but yet stole glances,for it was just not easy to not look at such grand beauty. Work was soon over for our shift oh I was unimaginable tired and so hurried into the cloak room to change and then flee to my home to get some good rest, as I walked into the room I saw the noise maker and others alike playing rough and making noises again, that was none of business to change brought me here and that was all I proceeded with. When you are continually stared at, that uncomfortable feeling that creeps into you begins to creep into me and I turned to see who stared, and there it was, pretending to have done nothing even though our eyes met but parted quickly, I walked out of the room with a big smile on my face, I could feel the space shuttle preparing to take it's first lunch ever to the moon. I woke up next day not exactly very very sounds, however it was just a mild headache,i got ready for work and two in about two hours after I had resumed duty,the headache didn't exactly continue mildly,it awkwardly begun to grow very seriously, and I hurried off to the sickbay,there I was attended to, administered some drugs and ask to rest till the day was over,it was specially serious after all. I found a comfortable corner in the canteen and lay my head to sleep. I was suddenly awaken by this terrible bang on the table, I mean why would any one awaken anyone in such mannerless manner , this black soul must be dangerously wicked ,who is it even?, right before me, was noisemaker Interrogating me,on what grounds!who does he even think he is? But then I was quick to recap how the others treated him in the department,with so much respect, I should have known, he was the team leader. Whatever though. I listened as he gave the independence speech of the century , drawing the attention of everybody and threatening to make me miserable if I didn't return to work,and that I was pretending to be sick when I'm not. This i***t doesn't even know me, what a shame, he looked so wise, what a complete fool, when he was done I continued my sleep. This shocked him and he told me to consider myself jobless as from the end of the day and walked away, it's actually very bad to place power in the hands of little boys it's not advisable. The next day I begun searching for another job, I knew too well that team leaders Have you ever been to the moon?, Well I have but once and then never again,it's not like I wish not to go back again,but the beautiful chance came just once and since then I never had it again,Now let me tell you about my stay on the Moon,The moon is nothing like you can imagine,a wonderful utopia,with coloured skies that switches from pink to green and blue to Violet,name them.On the moon,there are flamingos who danced in a chorography on clear lakes with waterfalls of vast colours, flying fish flew over the ocean in a magnificent parade, while Macaws sang in melodies so Celtic in dispositions,but far more cool and romantic. The moon is a place to be ,it gives peace deep to your soul and levitates you like a balloon never hoping to touch town ever. You must endeavor at least once in your life time to visit the moon. Although my stay on the moon was short lived,even though I wish it lasted longer,I can still recall every detail of how I got there,so I'll tell you so that you too can go there someday. I had relocated to the city for the first time,and was harboured by my cousin pending when I would get my own place. For me to own my own place and to continue life in the city,i would need to get a job,and I did just that. I was employed the next week by a factory close to my cousin's, it was a food processing company,we made oats and pea nuts and biscuits and many other related stuff. On my resumption I and some others were given some orientations on handling certain machines and on safety, after this session,we were taken into the main factory, and shuffled into different departments and it was customary for amateurs to be introduced to the team leaders in the department he was placed, sadly for the rookies on my department our team leaders had not arrived so we went straight to work,I am not exactly the social kind so I did not bother trying to make any friends, I kept eyes on my work, only lifting it to glance at who all of a sudden made so much noise,and there it was, beauty as I have never known,. for some reason, amongst all that crowd of workers,the noise maker was specific looking back at me, This to me was shocking, I mean,I was amongst a great busy crowd and yet that glance was so direct, I decided to look away,but yet stole glances,for it was just not easy to not look at such grand beauty. Work was soon over for our shift oh I was unimaginable tired and so hurried into the cloak room to change and then flee to my home to get some good rest, as I walked into the room I saw the noise maker and others alike playing rough and making noises again, that was none of business to change brought me here and that was all I proceeded with. When you are continually stared at, that uncomfortable feeling that creeps into you begins to creep into me and I turned to see who stared, and there it was, pretending to have done nothing even though our eyes met but parted quickly, I walked out of the room with a big smile on my face, I could feel the space shuttle preparing to take it's first lunch ever to the moon. I woke up next day not exactly very very sounds, however it was just a mild headache,i got ready for work and two in about two hours after I had resumed duty,the headache didn't exactly continue mildly,it awkwardly begun to grow very seriously, and I hurried off to the sickbay,there I was attended to, administered some drugs and ask to rest till the day was over,it was specially serious after all. I found a comfortable corner in the canteen and lay my head to sleep. I was suddenly awaken by this terrible bang on the table, I mean why would any one awaken anyone in such mannerless manner , this black soul must be dangerously wicked ,who is it even?, right before me, was noisemaker Interrogating me,on what grounds!who does he even think he is? But then I was quick to recap how the others treated him in the department,with so much respect, I should have known, he was the team leader. Whatever though. I listened as he gave the independence speech of the century , drawing the attention of everybody and threatening to make me miserable if I didn't return to work,and that I was pretending to be sick when I'm not. This i***t doesn't even know me, what a shame, he looked so wise, what a complete fool, when he was done I continued my sleep. This shocked him and he told me to consider myself jobless as from the end of the day and walked away, it's actually very bad to place power in the hands of little boys it's not advisable. The next day I begun searching for another job, I knew too well that team leaders didn't wield such power to fire anyone, however their influence in their departments was not challenge able, Having the backing of one manager or supervisor can help you keep your job,but miserableness is yours,and this was something I wasn't ready for,I mean I just moved here,any nonsense distractions was very much not affordable. Unfortunately I could not find any job that day, On my way I wasn't ready for,I mean I just moved here,any nonsense distractions was very much not affordable. Unfortunately I could not find any job that day, On my way from the last place I had dropped my CV this was already in the evening,I bumped into noisemaker, I pretended not to have seen him, and he did the same,as soon as we had passed each other we turned back and our eyes met , my look was a one of disappointment,but he's suggested guilt,as I looked away I became overwhelmed by sympathy for him. I stopped and called out to him, hey! was most suitable for the situation, because it showed some sort of rude- polite manner, that placed me on an embarrassment defense stance. immediately halting,he turns back almost shedding tears, I walked up to him,and smiles,he does the same,I then introduced myself and this made him more comfortable,and begins to apologize,he tells me that he doesn't even know why he acted the way he did, everything was already fine by me, the past was in the past for me, his pretty self was already enough.we started talking and walking and we didn't even notice until it was already very late at night, we said our goodbyes and parted. That night i slept as sound as I have never done in my life. I saw how interested he was in me through his eyes, and oh this gave me profound joy. I resumed next day ,as I had usually done, I moved into the cloak room to change and there he was with his noisemaking friends , making noise. I winked and he nodded, that day he we spent almost all our free time together,we talked,had lunch together, it was just beautiful, Even though throughout my life I never embraced the idea that I might be queer, I constantly found myself liking people of the same gender as me,but none have I come to be this comfortable and fond of as I have with omar. After work that day ,he volunteered to escort me half way home, I declined the offer reasons of courtesy ,but he insisted so much until I agreed and he finally saw me off. The next day was Saturday we were both on night shift so we were free throughout daytime, I received a call from an unknown number, which I later got to discover was Omar,we had a long chat and agreed to meet later at a restaurant and afterwards at his place, after the call I got ready and set out to meet him on the venue, as I walked into the restaurant I was quick to spot him on the table he was seated, with a wonderful smile and deep affectionate look in his eyes, I could feel the chemistry all over, if this is what love is like, then I want to be in love forever, my heart felt so heavy and it pounded so loudly that I could hear evey beat like it were speakers. As we sat and had a chat I could read the love in his eyes,I knew he wished to tell me so many things ,but i for some reasons don't know why he hesitates . But I let that thought pass I wasn't ready for any thought that might spoil this happy moments I was having. When we were done with our lunch we headed right to his house, there was nothing particularly interesting to do so we decided to see a movie,we closed all the blinds turned and off the lights to give the room this cinema vibes. The room had just one couch placed on the center and we were both sited on it apart, each person on one end, I soon begun to notice that Omar slowly became more interested on his phone than in the movie we were watching, it appears something caught his notice, he apologized and paused the movie to show me what had caught his attention.it was someones post asking what a person's reactions would be if his brother came out as gay to him.I had nothing to say, I just smiled and ventured to continue with my movie,but Omar wasn't just showing me, he was expecting an answer a personal one, and so kept a steady gaze at me, at first I looked away,but then I began too look back at him, it was not very clear to me what he wanted to know, a part of me felt like he wanted me to open up completely to him, as I kept trying to give dipper analysis to what he's actual motive for his question was, as well as maintained a steady gaze into his eye, I begun to feel me loose control of my emotions, my heart pounded faster, I could feel my body's adrenaline in every blood cell , the feeling was so strong it was nothing like I can think to control, before I knew it, i found myself kissing Omar and he kissed me back. With all the power in my facial muscles , I released into the act. Omar's lips! oh! his lips in it's sincere beauty and gentle touch, begins slowly to stare up all the machines within the space shuttle, soon the shuttle was fully embodied with every necessity and was ready to launch,just before you know it, puff! the journey to the moon had begun ,I was soon on the moon beholding the wonders it held, I danced with the flamingos, crossing from the white groups to those of pink, I joined the Macaws in their Celtic melodies, I run over the sea chasing the gorgeous flying fish, at a point i even had my own wings,and it took me every where, I could feel the fresh breeze fall on my face ,the feeling on the moon is nothing words can ever describe, it's a feeling so precious, It's the true gift of love, As we continued kissing and cuddling, Omar suddenly jerks and pushes me off violently, this shocked me so immeasurably, I became perplexed, his eyes were consumed with fury and horror, my moon tour was over so abruptly, I found myself vanishing from this wonderful utopia, I felt like I was falling from a great height for miles, falling forever and never landing, my heart hurts it felt like it was being squeezed. I tried to speak and ask him why? But my voice was gone, as I tried to force it out,it begun to c***k. Looking away, Omar said a lot of ruthless things, like I was trying to deceive him into what he's not, that I was a disgusting person,a nerd, a p*****t, so many things that I would never have thought anyone would say to me in my lifetime let alone Omar, someone I had come to be humongously fond of, I wasn't some girl after all,why should I cry? By this time,I had stopped looking at him, I had earlier kept a steady gaze at him,to get him to look back at me,but this was useless, everything was useless now .I stood up and moved out of the house, what a shame this all was! As I laid faced up on my bed, I reminisced on the event at Omar's, it kept scattering my head,I couldn't hold the tears much longer,it shedded uncontrollably like bleeding. I was hurt, so this is the disadvantage of love, so the joy it can brings amounts equivalent to the sorrow, oh I should have known, and abstained. I resumed late to work next day intentionally because i didn't want to see his dirty face, although I saw it anyway, I pretended not to have and he practiced the same, the next one weeks lingered in this style, we avoided each other completely, abstaining from situations that might force us to communicate, we showed disinterest or shunned conversation that the other might have been invited to join by a third party or mistakenly, having failed to notice the presence of the other, we would squeeze past tiny doorways making sure, not even the scent of the other got to the other, but I was more adamant in the maintenance of our enmity,I mean I was the angrier one here. Omar soon enough appeared to start showing some leniency, I begun no notice him stealing glances at me from time to time, but I didn't care, we would meet on lonely lobbies sometimes, and I would see how he would get confused weather to speak to me or not, it was so hard on him that It became too obvious, but I still didn't care, and I had no plans to care whatsoever. Some days later while I had lunch in the canteen, I someone moved up to my table and stood without speaking, I raised up my head to see who it was, and you can already guess, Omar it was standing eyes full with tears that even a pinch from a newborn's soft fingers would cause them to pour, we looked at each other speechlessly , I felt funny within me, I struggled not to burst into laughter, as some of his friends walked into the canteen he turns and leaves to avoid them noticing his eyes, I continued my meal keeping this obvious indifferent look on my face, even though I was deeply touched, from where I was seated, i began to steal glances at him and he maintained this steady gaze. I started feeling uncomfortable when his friends noticed and so started to look back at me trying to figure out why he was looking at me, so I stood up and left. I felt sick the next day so I decided to absent myself from work that day, to my great surprise, Omar showed up at my door,my cousin had come to inform me to be sure I knew who he was, I complied and she invited him in, showed him to my room and left us to continue with the meal she was preparing , once he came to my sight, I frowned, taking up to five deep breaths , he finally speaks , he explains how he doesn't see me at the factory and comes to know why, even though this brought me happiness untold, I gave snobby replies.it was obvious that these rude remarks weaken him to the very soul, he leaves sadder than he had came in. Of course he deserved every bit of what I was giving him, It hurts me too but I wasn't going to back out. Work the next day was normal,we saw each other, but I noticed how he avoided having to meet my eyes,he didn't steal glances anymore, he had come to recon with the fate of our enmity. It is a shame really,but how do I care?. So I thought, but little did I know that was very far the case was. On my way home after work that day, I was walking ,suddenly could hear my name from behind, it sounded appeared afar, but it continues and gets closer, I turned and sees Omar running towards me, and so I stopped and waited for him, he got to me taking almost five minutes to catch his breath, when he finally did, he started to apologize, he began to cry, he tells me how he hasn't come in unity with the idea that he is queer, so he blames me to justify himself, and that was extremely selfish and he's sorry, he tells me that he fears not only his homophobic family but his reputation in a Society with completely no tolerance for homosexuality, and also that he loves me, and how I captivated him from the first time we met, he says that he has never come to feel this great level of desire towards anyone before, and lastly he fears his fate after death, because being queer is the greatest evil against anyone. I began to cry , he knelt down kissing my hand and rubbing it all over his tearing face, This broke me more than anything has in my life, this heart pain was far more disastrous than what I felt the last time at his house, I slowly helped him up, gave him a peck on his forehead and the tightest hug I have ever given to anyone in all my life. I was already too confused with what to say or do, I didn't know what to do, all that was on my mind,was what next? So I asked him what next? Grasping my hand tightly and taking a deep breath he tells me that we have no choice,I didn't understand what he meant, attempting to ask him, he places a figure on my lips to cut me short and kisses me so passionately, we kissed so long on the lonely street.it was a beautiful night, one that I will never forget in my life. On my door step the next morning,I found flowers with a note in it,and omar boldly written on it, I smiled and tore open the letter, and it reads; Dearest Hakeem, yesterday I Made a statement but Never explained, I said that we had no choice, this is What I meant, we both found love in each other, But the circumstances of our society will never allow us to own the peace we are meant to enjoy We will meets troubles we won't be able to withstand. Sooner or later we will depart that is if we survive and not get murdered by our Own brothers, family and country. In as much as I wish for much better things between us It is most dangerous Your safety is most eminent to me And apart and inside the closet we shall be safe I'm glad I met you in my life Our memories together, I will forever keep I love you with every once of my being Let's keep the distance . ......... Omar. After I read this letter,I completely understood that happiness as a queer person in Bahrain will forever remain an illusion. At least I was lucky to find someone In which I sheared the best experience and memories with.As long as Omar is alive and well, how happier can I be? After all, sexuality doesn't devine happiness. Think of it as you're a widower and that'll help you deal with the stress.