Shawarrah: Dialogue with a Cup
The thought may cross your mind when you encounter someone with a sound mind, simplicity, or humility, far from foolishness and absurdity, and with unusually long ears. No matter how hard you try to convey information or engage in conversation with them, you find yourself trapped in an endless vortex of stupidity that worsens the longer the discussion continues. The usual result is burnt nerves, a sense of backwardness, confusion in articulating ideas, and scattered, incoherent speech.
You find this group planted and widespread everywhere. They come at you like a herd of donkeys heading toward places they do not know. Yet, while you sit alone with a cup of coffee, you realize that dialogue with them is far better. Indeed, with every sip, you gain insight that illuminates dark paths and opens horizons toward a calm mood and steady nerves, free from hypocrisy, false flattery, or spasms that might end with a punch to the mouths of those whose stench emanates like sewage drains. The cup, a fine companion for one’s mood, especially in the morning, allows you to inhale the fragrant aroma of coffee, which triumphs over the odors of racists, those who practice racism, and individuals with destructive ideologies.
Avoiding the false trumpets that typically feed on others’ wounds, pains, and sufferings, and that celebrate harm and rejoice in spreading poison, is the salvation from the mud and swamp into which they desperately try to drag their victims. Rather, success lies in making them die under the weight of their tyranny, arrogance, and ingratitude. Who among us is ready to do this and succeed in leaping over such arrogant individuals, whose faces bear the marks of evil? Among them is that pale-faced man, whose visage has mixed all bad traits, wretched qualities, baseness, and vulgarity. He has worked and continues to work on drawing every map of sorrow and pain, stealing whatever happiness remains.
Truly learning from the events unfolding in life is the key to surviving what comes next, facing the unknown, overcoming all obstacles, resisting every challenge, and surmounting difficulties so that one does not collide with barriers set as traps to catch prey that has become a playground for anyone who wishes. Furthermore, there is the group of “Shaw,” those with noses that detect only foul and repulsive smells. These individuals require radical treatment, beginning with thoroughly cleansing them of the filth that fills their bodies, now that they are panting after crumbs, as mercenaries seeking someone to open the drains of their mouths.
Sitting with a cup of coffee, away from idle gossip and preoccupation with others’ affairs, while regaining self-control and carefully reflecting on recurring events to reach sound decisions, is far superior to keeping company with those who sit with you for ulterior motives or to pass their leisure time, as if you were part of their daily routine, filling the gaps in their trivial schedule, which begins and ends with negative energy, because they are accustomed to it. Sitting with certain people is akin to a major loss and a waste of time, rather than making good use of it to invest in other beneficial matters that bring profit, enhance mental perception, and renew positive energy, which has become lost in our days, which groan under the weight of crumbling walls.
