Mojtaba-Iraqi
11-01-2011, 10:54 AM
#3: Why should we wear shoes?
“Son, never postpone your work, because you will not be able to do it properly; fixing your work is harder than beginning it”. Every day, people used to pray, eat, or sleep; but I used to hear this sentence from my father. It seemed to be reasonable for me, but hard to apply. I believed that nobody can ever do exactly what is required from him, for if people do all the required, so everything would be exactly in its right place, and nobody would ever suffer. An example was stuck to this wisdom, and I imagined it whenever I heard it from my father, that those stupid people who constructed and built my city, why didn’t they furnish the streets and the ground with carpets, leather, or wool? so, we didn’t need to wear shoes, which make horrible smells, or we needed not to buy socks, in which, after a couple of hours, one will find some holes of embarrassment planted, or we did not need to spend weeks of our lives, polishing our worthless shoes, or waste the money of our families' food to buy a pair of mere shoes. According to my father’s wisdom, now, it is too hard to furnish the rush streets; but I needed to do something to work out a solution for the unsolved problem.
One of the friends of mine, whom I guessed to be one of my relatives, as he insistently informed me about that ominous fact, was under my command, as it is the case for other tens of children. For me, I understood no relationships between people, except the strict mono-relationship of a master and his slave. I tried to do something to stimulate people’s minds to observe the problem, and to solve it by furnishing the city. I needed to do something; are you with me or not?” As one does not have the right to question the authority, so it was the same case with me. “Yes, of course I’m with you. I have always been with you.” Then, together, we gathered the shoes of as many houses as we could at night, and drowned them in the sewers.
Believing in the salvation, and the end of people’s sufferings, for they no longer will leave their missions unfinished, and irresponsibly lie down, waiting for others to complete them, I returned home to sleep as a king when return to his castle, who recently executed the outlaws. Beside the bed, alone: “Lord! Look; I’m a good kid. I did what even the old people can’t do. If I was a prophet, no man ever would go to hell. Let these creatures gain wisdom. Let their minds grow wiser. Show them the right way.”
In the next morning, I went out to observe the results of my divine solution, but…! The smell of the sewers was everywhere, and people unshod, confused, and angry, moving from place to place. I told myself: “that’s fine; they should present some sacrifices to gain salvation.” But the fact was further.
Walking in the small alleys, while I was proud of my great achievement, a neighbor suspiciously looked at me, and said: “Son, do you know who did this?” With confidence, I said: “No sir, but one happy thing is that from now on, you don’t need your shoes anymore!”
“Son, never postpone your work, because you will not be able to do it properly; fixing your work is harder than beginning it”. Every day, people used to pray, eat, or sleep; but I used to hear this sentence from my father. It seemed to be reasonable for me, but hard to apply. I believed that nobody can ever do exactly what is required from him, for if people do all the required, so everything would be exactly in its right place, and nobody would ever suffer. An example was stuck to this wisdom, and I imagined it whenever I heard it from my father, that those stupid people who constructed and built my city, why didn’t they furnish the streets and the ground with carpets, leather, or wool? so, we didn’t need to wear shoes, which make horrible smells, or we needed not to buy socks, in which, after a couple of hours, one will find some holes of embarrassment planted, or we did not need to spend weeks of our lives, polishing our worthless shoes, or waste the money of our families' food to buy a pair of mere shoes. According to my father’s wisdom, now, it is too hard to furnish the rush streets; but I needed to do something to work out a solution for the unsolved problem.
One of the friends of mine, whom I guessed to be one of my relatives, as he insistently informed me about that ominous fact, was under my command, as it is the case for other tens of children. For me, I understood no relationships between people, except the strict mono-relationship of a master and his slave. I tried to do something to stimulate people’s minds to observe the problem, and to solve it by furnishing the city. I needed to do something; are you with me or not?” As one does not have the right to question the authority, so it was the same case with me. “Yes, of course I’m with you. I have always been with you.” Then, together, we gathered the shoes of as many houses as we could at night, and drowned them in the sewers.
Believing in the salvation, and the end of people’s sufferings, for they no longer will leave their missions unfinished, and irresponsibly lie down, waiting for others to complete them, I returned home to sleep as a king when return to his castle, who recently executed the outlaws. Beside the bed, alone: “Lord! Look; I’m a good kid. I did what even the old people can’t do. If I was a prophet, no man ever would go to hell. Let these creatures gain wisdom. Let their minds grow wiser. Show them the right way.”
In the next morning, I went out to observe the results of my divine solution, but…! The smell of the sewers was everywhere, and people unshod, confused, and angry, moving from place to place. I told myself: “that’s fine; they should present some sacrifices to gain salvation.” But the fact was further.
Walking in the small alleys, while I was proud of my great achievement, a neighbor suspiciously looked at me, and said: “Son, do you know who did this?” With confidence, I said: “No sir, but one happy thing is that from now on, you don’t need your shoes anymore!”