Why Do We Need Kingdoms Anyway?

Last week was a complete disappointment. Everything/Everyone has changed.

I discovered that the best thing my parents did in/to our childhood was coding everything, and everyone's names. That resulted of our happiness for thinking that the world was kind of beautiful, and the future to be much nicer.

I discovered that the best thing they did, was fighting behind closed doors, and talking behind closed doors, so we couldn't figure out who hurts the other the most, and which of their siblings was trying to destroy our "kingdom".

But once you grow older, everything is revealed.

I remember when we were younger (my sister and I) we used to take minutes to de-code the names mom and dad used to speak about, And we used to feel that we've done a lot…unfortunately… we didn't... I didn't know back then, that whatever they did, was the reason we saw the beauty in such an ugly world.

In my childhood, my biggest problems were mainly about losing 10 SR, or perhaps fighting with my younger sister over who takes the remote control for the TV. (Of course that was before a group of Arab artists performed "il 7ilm il arabi" <> which made me aware of having a slightly bigger problem besides the TV)

Back then, I used to play with my cousins, regardless of whose parent did what to my parents.

Back then, my older brother and sister, were my older siblings, nothing more nothing less. Back then, my classmate became my only friend because she drew me her grandfather with his underpants, next to their video place. Back then, everything was different. Back then, I didn't know about the occupation, I only knew about the war, I didn't know about the settlements, I only knew about the missiles. And I thought it was easier that way, I was too short to look down, and my neck was too short to look up, I only saw what was in my hands. Even when I was ill, I didn't feel the pain, but the medications tasted like sh*t, even the strawberry flavored ones :S. I'm not sure if they were flavored, even that might be a lie as well…

Only last week, I wished we came from some kind of plants, just like the answer our parents gave us when we asked children's favourite question "where do babies come from?"This way, we don't belong to any place we don't want to belong to, we don't have our own "kingdoms", we only have our feet, and the road…>>> and a cup coffee to keep you, and the ones you want around you awake… >> Listen to this... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r-5gFpfNlZ0