Chapter 1: Greetings
The striking view of the great Himalaya Mountain ranges marks this village uniqueness. For most dwellers, it was just another ordinary day except for one small Chinese family;
The shining eyes of his newly born son were the grandest inspirations of Master Tongyei.
At first, he was unable to see his baby’s eyes because a caul covered that tiny face. But when the caul got cut opened, his new baby’s little face was unveiled, an innocent image of life. Master Tongyei gratified the highest one for this precious gift.
He looked at his wife, and easily read a lot of questions on her brown eyes,
He gave her the exact answers she seeks,
“My dear, our baby was born in a caul and he is a boy”
He stepped forward & scrupulously handed her the baby
She was beyond happy, memories of all pregnancy challenges and severest pain of labor evaporated with a single blink of the baby’s eyes; “Oh my great one, he is adorable’’, she beamed
“I believe the caul has a valuable message Master; it means he is a special boy…I named him…Singadarti’’ She said lifting her pupil to her husband
Master Tongyei nodded & recited the name bit by bit “Sin..gad..arti! That is a noble name; I guarantee he will surely be a special one’’ he seemed far sighted
“Did I mention to you seeing a dream about our child the other day?’’ asked her doubtfully
“No master, what did you see?’’ She got curious
“I saw a child standing at the tip of the great mountain of wisdom. I have a feeling, that he will be a great master’’
“Me too” replied his wife while staring at the little wonder she embraced, Singadarti!
Somewhere in U.S.A, City of Angeles, California
Little Christina woke up when the hologram on the side of her bed begun ringing. She always recognizes it for what it is, a signal saying ‘Wake up! Usual day has come with the same boring rut cycle of life, of course, with a different number on the calendar’…
Though Christina was a pretty plump girl her beautiful big bed seems to be made for an entire family, the fur on top of it is so smooth & soft, even nightmares on it will be changed to night wonders. Her body doesn’t want to leave this comfortable place but she knew, everything passes & last night has gone forever, leaving the place to a new day, she get up and turned off the shrieking alarm.
She then goes down stairs to the main room; her mother was making herself ready to leave for work. In the kitchen their house shelf was almost finishing breakfast preparation. As Christi turns, she noticed her father, Mr. Sebastian.
Mr. Sebastian is a socially respected multi-millionaire. He runs his private food processing and distributing company, & also owns a number of shops in town. By his nit appearance and detective eyes, with the toting of very expensive suits; he possesses an incredible grace. In short Christina is very proud of him being her dad.
“Hey my sunshine” it was her mother, Stillina
“Good morning mom” she kissed her left cheek and headed to bath, then directly went to the dining room, her mother waited her with a table full of all sorts of yummy food types.
“Christi, hurry up and eat breakfast or else we are going to be late” Her mom claimed; Christina rushed through her food to obey her mother’s command.
Stillina has taught her girl the value of listening and minding others. she often alleged, sturdily ‘‘My girl, a person`s mind which is not willing to hear and consider others opinion is like a cup, a cup full of oil that couldn’t afford a drop of water, even if the man holding it is in the middle of a parching desert.’’
While she was seized by this memory her mother added another round of waffles onto her plate.
“You know you are making her heavier, right?” Christina’s father asked his wife with a little angry sounding voice, joining the meal simultaneously
“She will be okay” Stillina insisted. Their lonely girl stared at them silently and continued chewing.
Minutes later, a black Range rover left Christina’s house, headed north to her school…
East Africa, Ethiopia, Somewhere in the city of Gambella
“Unikelo, Unikelo... good morning”, Unikelo hates this wake up call, routinely shouted and chattered by his little brothers, just hates it, it brings him from his lovely dream to his unfair, tedious cascade of physical reality. Unikelo recognize their every morning yelling for what it is, a signal saying ‘Wake up! And struggle for survival’
The four sons of farmer Peter sleep together, huddling each other tight, the same is true for his four daughters. From the eight children of the house only Ujulu, the lucky one, the second son was able to attend school. All the rest have other issues to deal with. The boys scatter to fulfill the family’s basic daily necessities; of course they fail most of the time. Among the four girls the elder one has got married at 16, the rest help their mother in house duties and watch after the little ones.
Unikelo was hoping to satisfy his hunger while he washed his face; he dried the wet and wide opened his eyes, what he saw were five petite breads on the table. Clearly not even enough to fill the tummies of the younger ones; he decided to leave without breakfast.
As he steps out of their hut, he saw Marwone passing by the road. No more steps from Unikelo. This also happens every morning, like the morning shouting’s; She passes, he freezes, and he likes it vaguely, like a clueless painter likes to freeze & stare at a blank canvas, like a player who forgot his line in the middle of a theater, like a traveler who lost his map, his compass, his GPS for that matter.
For the record, Marwone is an attractive beautiful teenage girl in the neighborhood of Unikelo. He adores everything about her and pretty much suspects, or at least he delusions that she too has feelings for him. He doesn’t really know if his feelings for her are making his life easy or hard. But he has been addicted to blankly staring at her. More unfortunately, He still doesn’t have the gut to stand in front of her and say a word.
Today as all the rest of the days, he followed her with his eyes until she got out of sight
“Have a nice day Mari’’ he muttered to himself…
Rising, Surviving, Staring and once again dreaming
Every morning
Somewhere in Asia, Middle East
So keen, eager, positive, and so enthusiastic to sleep in peace when day is done. How unfortunate; Abdul Ahad. The bloody war in their area has been disturbing life for years. Many of his friends are involved in the warfare. He himself wanted to join the war but his father, Kedir, didn’t give him a sanction. He always told him that he is gifted in literature and he didn’t want him to be a fighter. This in fact was true; Abdul Ahad has more of an intellectual personality. He was academically a clever student before school got closed; before the country’s condition got worse.
He is also a rather exceptional poem writer. Especially these days, days where no one can go out safely, time where children loss the glance of hope to grow, time were elderly curse the evilness of the generation, Abdu got plenty of time to write poems like this one, in that fabled poem book of his...
...In the middle of the sunny day,
The last camel fell to the sand
Na, for the vendor of gold,
He has nothing left for good
But he didn’t force her to stand,
All-ways minding what he is told,
By the best dad of the world,
’Even if it is littler than an ant,
And causes a painful cost,
Don’t ever be rude,
Everything happens for good’
As he stops writing, he felt like the merchant’s father was his own, though obviously he was far from being gold merchant
“You should try to get some sleep son” His father’s suggestion brought him back from his thoughts; he agreed and softly closed his eyes.
But it was not that long, long before a bomb blast from distance waked him up!
He was not sure if that happened for good, perhaps he should write a new poem…
Alpha has extracted its candidates, inspired souls from different corners of the world. But its’ job is far from over… a long journey awaits
At the moment, the illusion state of presence, it was sending heralds to the girl from the west, this herald felt like ==>> Our God, or natural force, whatever you call it, already had created enough resources for all his creatures. And he had made human his ambassadors of earth. Man on the other hand with unquenchable thirst of having more has failed to live together and use what was given to him for free; the sad fact is he will not even get happiness with the rich he gathered avidly; rather most die looking for satisfaction, searching satisfaction in the wrong place
Three years passed never to return again; the sun rise and fall unstoppably, countless clouds flew side to side over and over again, life goes on
September 13, 2016 Gregorian calendar; Christina can’t believe her eyes when she saw her weight on the balance, 202 pounds, ‘Really? This can’t be right’, she is seventeen, looking forward to join college, definitely not like this. She is scared that it will be difficult for her to cope with campus life with this appearance, fit with cool friends, party hard, hook up with cute guys, she felt uncomfortable about the number. It was really upsetting!
When her mood is disturbed or when she got bored, Christina likes to read her Bible or listen to music. Today she preferred the second one. She put her headphone on; as soon as she pressed the ‘Play’ button on her I-pad Nickelback’s ‘We must stand together’ music started playing… The next inspirational lyrics was in the music
“They tell us everything is alright
And we just go along
How can we fall asleep at night?
When something’s clearly wrong
When we could feed a starving world
With what we throw away
But all we serve are empty words
That always tastes the same!”
She is a fan, pretty much likes their rock music but this one sounded exceptional. It gave her a different, unsettling implication. She started to stroll about all the waste food & commodities thrown daily to their trash bags. She then remembered watching news about shortage of food in Sub-Saharan African countries. Extra food=hungry people; it seemed a simple equation. Or is it?
She said “Whatever’’ and pushed the ‘Next’ button. A song was chosen randomly by the player and a new song begun playing ... it was the pop king Michael Jackson’s legendary music, ‘Man in the Mirror’. This one seems to have a different message but as she begin to analyze its’ lyrics deeply, she knew it was the same one message told by different musicians. Especially the following lyric in the song of the pop king gave her another strange feeling…
I’ve Been A Victim Of A Selfish
Kind Of Love
It’s Time That I Realize
That There Are Some With No
Home, Not A Nickel To Loan
Could It Be Really Me,
Pretending That They’re Not
Alone?
A Willow Deeply Scarred,
Somebody’s Broken Heart
And A Washed-Out Dream
(Washed-Out Dream)
They Follow The Pattern Of
The Wind, Ya’ See
Cause They Got No Place
To Be
That’s Why I’m Starting With
Me
(Starting With Me!)
I’m starting with the Man In
The Mirror
I’m Asking Him To Change…
She simply knew that they both are talking about the same fact, with different lyrics and symphony, they are asking every individual to change so that the world becomes a better place in the umbrella of unity and charity. ‘This can`t be a coincidence’, her mind stuck in doubt. She literally felt the pain of this strange spark penetrating her brain neurons, Alpha-tic signals
She couldn’t sleep that night, thinking about the messages of the two songs, dozens and dozens of questions were peddling to her thoughts, reconstructing her mind set
“IS ANYONE OUT THERE?
WHO SLEPT WITH OUT HAVING DINNER’’
“HOW CAN A PERSON HAVING EXTRA FOOD
IGNORE SOME ONE HUNGRY?’’
“HOW DID A PERSON IN SUCH AN INTELLECTUAL SOCIETY LIVE IN PEACE
; WHEN HIS OWN KIND IS STARVING?’’
“WHY DID OUR TECHNOLOGICAL ADVANCEMENT
WHICH CAN EXPLORE ANOTHER GALAXIES
FALL TO SOLVE OUR GLOBAL PROBLEMS?’’
“HOW COULD LEADERS OF GREAT COUNTRIES
AND RICH’S WITH A LOT OF RESOURCES
FALL TO WORK FOR THE COMMON GOOD OF HUMAN RACE?’’
“WHY ARE WE SO BLIND FOLDED TO SEE
THE SUFFERING OF OUR OWN FAMILY ’’
...That night passed with a lot of the above and other questions running through Christina’s head.
…It was a new day
Christina woke up before the alarm rang. The next thing she did was turning on her laptop and opening the Internet.
‘how many people are at food shortage?’ was what she typed in the Google search box, she found that around one billion people have shortage of food, that is nearly one seventh of the total world population, more surprisingly, primary cause of this figure is not lack of resource in the world. It was rather unbalanced resource distribution in the world. 80% of our planet’s resource is occupied by 20% of our population. The rest was left for the lower rest
The facts she found online was really heart touching for new Christina…
“Hey honey, why you are awake so early?’’ her mother inquired
“I just needed to check something on the Internet mom’’
“Hmmm, that is interesting. I think someone is up to something’’ She smiled and turned around
“Hey mom’’
“Yes Babe’’ she replied returning to the room
“Can I ask you something?’’
“Of course honey, you can ask me anything’’
“Didn’t you tell me the commandment of God can be summarized by the sentence ’Love for your relative what you love for yourself?’’
“You are right I did’’ she agreed with certainty
“But I don’t have any biological brothers or sisters, so what does that statement mean to me?’’
“Sweetie you are asking a strange question; is everything alright?’’ She asked, concerned about her daughter’s odd question
“Trust me mom, I am okay, I just wanted to know, that is all’’
“Ok babe, listen to me carefully’’, Stillina made herself comfortable to talk
“Even if we were unfortunate to have more children, we were blessed with you. My dear, I want you to know that you are not lonely at all, because true brothers and sisters are not only biological, but the meaning of family is more universal, connected to the origin. That is the same for everyone, which is God” She looked thoughtful “You see sweetie; we all come from the same source. Every cultural heritage and religious scriptures prove that, further more current science through quantum mechanics have proved that the very make up of every entity is the same energy’’
She said, wandering her fingers around her ear ring “Whether you are a man or a woman, American, European or African, Christian, Muslim or Hindu, Black, Brown or White, or whatever, at the pioneer beginning we all were made up by the same hand and to that hand shall we return. We may try to separate and divide ourselves and make each other an enemy, but you know what?’’…
“What mom?’’ she was so into her speech that she was almost angry her mother paused to ask a question.
“The ultimate truth is unity, what we do to hurt others, that we so call ‘enemy’ will in fact affect our own selves, in short my girl, your brothers and sisters are; billions of individuals who are walking and laying on this earth, having true trust for God and true love for whole humanity in their hearts…’’ Christina was just blown out by her mother’s rather unexpected speech, she had never thought that her mother has got such a humble wisdom; but still, the subtle commandment of the highest one kept replaying in her neurons
‘Love for your relative what you love for yourself!’
She questioned her self
‘Did I love Hunger?’
‘Did I love Starving?’
‘Did I love pain?’
Her breakfast was still intact, couldn’t even get the appetite to take a bite of her favorite chocolate cake. Her mind refused to stimulate, may be God put the appetite center just beside the emotion center for a reason…
A few minutes later, a girl walked with a back bag. She was heading north, towards her school, oddly today, her father’s Range rover wasn’t her choice, walking on foot was
