The Wall
'Have you seen it? They've put up a wall. Shall we...'
They looked at each other and chuckled. Few things were as interesting as listening to what was happening next door.
The wall was high, built in the middle of the night, and the bricks were brand new, not the old, inferior junk that most people had to make do with. They were used to scouring crumbling houses for reusable bricks just to add an extra room to their poky homes, or to restore what they already had.
'The thing even has a name: Wailing Wall. Just look at the sign there. What do you think it's about?'
'I think it's a clever move by the government. If everyone's there pouring out their hearts, there'll be no room left to see what they're up to. It will also ensure that after a lengthy lament, there'll be no energy left to demonstrate.'
The two friends stood side by side at the back of the wall, listening in astonishment to what humanity had to complain about. Every now and then, they whispered an answer to the question of why life was so sad, bizarre, contradictory, poor, monotonous, boring, and a constant struggle. 'Why did you leave me?' one of them cried, more a cry of anger and frustration than a complaint.
After a few weeks, there wasn't much to chuckle about. The two seemed to have grown into the wall and didn't open their mouths anymore. They just listened intently, and were petrified...
11-3-2026
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Haha. To be honest, I don't know anyone with your talent for interpreting and creating a story. You create this ordered chaos; as a reader, I have no choice but to become part of these brilliant stories. You take me by the hand, you handle literary time with such fluidity—in short, you know how to tell a story. Connecting with the reader these days is a great challenge.
My respects to you and your art.
What chaos?
All I wrote is true and nothing than the truth.
You know what they say: if you can't beat me, join me 🥳
Thanks for your kind words.
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True, but it's still art, even if the underlying story is real.
A writer in every sense of the word.
If it comes to the truth we all live in a different reality and well... it's a freewrite and written by my fingers or was it my mouth?
Thank you for sharing your thoughts or is it the writer at word? LOL.
Ps sorry I am a bit distracted I saw a cricket in the corner of my eye and now it's gone...
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I liked the story, and it reminded me of what an archaeologist-YouTuber said about how the Western Wall was built in a Muslim neighborhood that was demolished to create it and have something "historical." It's amazing to think that many people go there and believe it's something worthwhile, without knowing that it was literally built on the cries of people expelled from their homes.
In any case, it’s a tourist attraction and no one will ever know the wall’s true history. Of course, no one’s interested in that either: a strange wall in a strange country where everyone’s at each other’s throats, and that’s supposed to be the so-called chosen people. I just don’t get it.
I just can't understand what the hell wanted the British Empire when proposed that Palestina should be Jude when promised a musleen state in the same land to the Palestinian. They are evil.
There's a lot I don't understand. Same for what happens on this platform. One moment everyone from Palestina is ignored and scolded and all of a sudden the media changes the news and they are no longer evil.
If it comes to evil it's always about greed and power. No Empire is free from that and for some strange reason they all seem to believe they have the right to start wars at the other side of the world.
In the 80s there was a song: That bomb will never be dropped, well... time changed that.
I don't like to condone violence, but I'm not in favor of turning the other cheek; it's something my Catholic upbringing never instilled in me. I believe everyone has the right to defend themselves. How many years did the international community allow apartheid in South Africa? I think Mandela wasn't removed from the terrorist list until 2010 or thereabouts. What they did with the creation of the State of Israel was to create a pretext for oppressing Muslims. I also don't doubt that a good proportion of them would slit our throats without hesitation if they could because we're "infidels," but then I see what sects do in the heart of the US and I say that no one has the moral right to condemn the beliefs of others. There are many criminals hiding behind religion.
I liked that, while they lament, ignoring what is happening around them, something that governments seek
That's how it goes since thousands of years. It still works and it proves people don't learn, nothing from history and the phrase "never again" is an empty one.
This feels like a metaphor for my own life. I worry that those who have listened to my wailing will eventually become like these characters, petrified and unresponsive.
Who knows? They might stop if you give up on wailing, since that will be a new reaction. After feeling too much a time, you will no longer care, which most likely they notice at once and hate most. Nothing as bad as being ignored and not only ignored but discovering that you as a bully are no longer of human interest.
Yeah, certain reactions make those bullies so satisfied