Albert2604
07-14-2014, 04:06 PM
Hello! My name is Albert. I want to give you some food for thinking...
I live in an unstable region of Russia, the North Caucasus. This is a very beautiful place: mountains, forests, rivers and flowers. But there is one problem - terrorism.
Every day we hear that killed several militants. But sometimes we hear that terrorists blew up the bus. Sometimes they blow up the subway. Sometimes terrorists seize schoolchildren.
We are not the only region in the world with similar problems. Afghanistan, Iraq, Syria every day faced with these problems. Even peaceful Europe is being forced to suffer at the hands of terrorists. We will never forget the terrible events of September 11 in the United States.
I have a manuscript. I've written this book for 3 years.
My book calls "Sparks of life"
And now, as I promised, excerpt from the book, translated by me. Sorry for the terrible quality of the translation
Chapter VI. Before entering the university/2008/
- Robert, look, today is Friday! You promised!
- Friday? C'mon? So what?
- Come with me for Friday prayers, many of our are going. You’ve never gone with us. The more so, the last time you said: “well, next time”. “Next time” has come.
- No, Mahar ... Let’s once again "next time." I have business. I need to prepare for admission to the university.
- Hour will not change anything. Come with me.
- Persuaded. But I will not enter. Wait for you outside the mosque and nibble sunflower seeds.
- How so? Will not enter, then why go? - Mahar said irritably.
- You know, I can’t do all these "things": head turns, bows and all that...
- So I'll call you to learn to make them! - My friend raised his voice - We must pray, do namaz to ...
I interrupted sharply his "preaching":
- I don’t want. When I’ll be flabby and old I start!
- Do you sure that will live up to these years?
- Yes! If you did not kill me now, I shall live.
- Stubborn as ... Okay, let's go, wait for me - Mahar said desperately, knowing that persuasion will not work. But he was kind of happy because thanks to him, I’ll “become one step closer to our faith." Although from him was foolish to think so. If a man stands near the mosque and eating sunflower seeds, waiting for his friend with a Friday prayer, put it mildly, not a "step towards to our faith."
We have come to the mosque. It had one minaret, which is constantly reminded everyone: "Do not forget, it's time to prayer", or something like that, though, in Arabic. I always liked to listen to the appeals from that minaret. Even early in the morning, when I wanted to sleep, it was very pleasant to hear "him". Although I did not understand a damn thing. We listen to foreign songs that do not understand. We even crazy about them. But the minaret singing was beautiful. It was designed not to get kef, but for the soul. If it certainly is; do not mean - for those who have a soul, and - in general, if it does exist as a kind of substance.
I knew that Mahar’s eyes will look at me "may be you come with me...?" And so I did not want to look at him. Near the entrance, I said, "All come in. I'll wait here. And do not talk out there with any. I hate it when you're talking to someone on religious themes! ".
Strangely, he kept silent, pretended offense, though just was upset that he could not lure me into his "world." A world full of goodness, full of meaning, full of understanding. The world that I was not available, due to the fact that it was not available to me ... in my 17 years. And at 20, and 25. Here I want to add, "and in 30 years, and generally never." But on the other hand - you never can tell.
Standing near the mosque, I thought about many things. I thought, "corny to think about the meaning of life, standing in front of a mosque, or near the church or the synagogue, or near the temple of Buddha. And in general, what to think about the meaning of life, if you do not have enough knowledge about this life, to solve exactly. "I decided to "postpone the solution to this issue" to "better times", because I was going to enter medical school. Then I looked around, hoping to see in such a stupid like me - with seeds in the pocket and waiting for a friend from Friday prayer. Such was not. Interestingly such are? Sure - there are. We must create a "movement of people waiting for friends with Friday prayers." We will go all over the world in jeeps.
All these strange thoughts were interrupted by the voices of three people walking towards me whether, or to the mosque. Prayer has long begun. I do not think that these "guys" too late. From a distance they seemed three twin brother. Indeed, the three men of the same height, age, everyone long black beard; come together and the "cute" talk. Than any brothers? "Brothers-acrobats". They are believers. Believers excessively. They are brain-washers. Not exactly washed, they hammered into your brain a super idea. Only one. And you're no longer looking for answers to questions about the meaning of life. You know everything. You - genius. The same genius as those that hijacked planes September 11, 2001. For clarity, I will say that these brothers not enough only a few "widgets": machine gun, two or three grenades and screams. I will not say what kind of screams. Everyone knows them.
These "boys" always appear unexpectedly. As death. It comes when you least expect. Sit yourself - "live", and suddenly it drew. All such surprising, with its ideology and principles. As these brothers.
- What are you waiting, why not praying? - Said one of them, meaning that I'm standing here "is not the topic."
- I wait my friend. He entered there.
- Why not go with him?
- I do not know how to pray.
- Look, I can teach you. Do not be shy. You can’t be ashamed of the faith. Want come, I'll show you where I live. I'll be your teacher. I'll tell you about our religion, sins, of prayer.
- Thank you very much, but my friend promised me to teach. - I lied, hoping that he will roll away.
- Friend? He's probably too young. Much depends on the teacher. You do not know what true faith is. Prophet, peace be upon him, said that the study of faith must be approached with caution, for every careless act may be sinful, - he said sagely. Idiot trying to lure me into his radical gang.
I do not want to sit somewhere in the woods, in the mountains, with a gun and destroy everyone. I do not want to die senselessly. Like, “we bear faith in the ranks of unbelievers” - hate that word! These radicals love to lure the youth. Why they manage? Because youth is full of idiots! They fill all their empty brain with unnecessary information, which states that death in battle against infidels will automatically "start" in Paradise! And I think that it will "start" to nowhere, into the void. Death comes unexpectedly. Basically. In cancer patients, it comes as "expect", but not always. As lucky.
I do not know how to get rid of them. I said that I urgently need to get home. That "serpent" told me that he and his friends often here. Said that I did not hesitate and went to him. Said that people from the mosque know little about our true faith. Found a connoisseur. Sure, his lifespan is around 35-40 years. They are often smoked and killed. From any houses, out of the forest, out of the holes where they are hiding.
I remember, was a computer game about the Italian mafia in America 30s. I loved to play it. Game with meaning and with a lovely story. The main character - a former taxi driver, but now he's a mafia soldier in the service of Don Salieri. And in the last mission of this game was the task: "to kill all bastards." I do not know why I remembered it...
I never again went to the mosque, and waiting for a friend and to nibble sunflower seeds.
Thank you for your attention.
PS I gather money for the translation of my book into English and publication of the book. If you're interested, visit my page, please igg.me/at/bookoflife
I live in an unstable region of Russia, the North Caucasus. This is a very beautiful place: mountains, forests, rivers and flowers. But there is one problem - terrorism.
Every day we hear that killed several militants. But sometimes we hear that terrorists blew up the bus. Sometimes they blow up the subway. Sometimes terrorists seize schoolchildren.
We are not the only region in the world with similar problems. Afghanistan, Iraq, Syria every day faced with these problems. Even peaceful Europe is being forced to suffer at the hands of terrorists. We will never forget the terrible events of September 11 in the United States.
I have a manuscript. I've written this book for 3 years.
My book calls "Sparks of life"
And now, as I promised, excerpt from the book, translated by me. Sorry for the terrible quality of the translation
Chapter VI. Before entering the university/2008/
- Robert, look, today is Friday! You promised!
- Friday? C'mon? So what?
- Come with me for Friday prayers, many of our are going. You’ve never gone with us. The more so, the last time you said: “well, next time”. “Next time” has come.
- No, Mahar ... Let’s once again "next time." I have business. I need to prepare for admission to the university.
- Hour will not change anything. Come with me.
- Persuaded. But I will not enter. Wait for you outside the mosque and nibble sunflower seeds.
- How so? Will not enter, then why go? - Mahar said irritably.
- You know, I can’t do all these "things": head turns, bows and all that...
- So I'll call you to learn to make them! - My friend raised his voice - We must pray, do namaz to ...
I interrupted sharply his "preaching":
- I don’t want. When I’ll be flabby and old I start!
- Do you sure that will live up to these years?
- Yes! If you did not kill me now, I shall live.
- Stubborn as ... Okay, let's go, wait for me - Mahar said desperately, knowing that persuasion will not work. But he was kind of happy because thanks to him, I’ll “become one step closer to our faith." Although from him was foolish to think so. If a man stands near the mosque and eating sunflower seeds, waiting for his friend with a Friday prayer, put it mildly, not a "step towards to our faith."
We have come to the mosque. It had one minaret, which is constantly reminded everyone: "Do not forget, it's time to prayer", or something like that, though, in Arabic. I always liked to listen to the appeals from that minaret. Even early in the morning, when I wanted to sleep, it was very pleasant to hear "him". Although I did not understand a damn thing. We listen to foreign songs that do not understand. We even crazy about them. But the minaret singing was beautiful. It was designed not to get kef, but for the soul. If it certainly is; do not mean - for those who have a soul, and - in general, if it does exist as a kind of substance.
I knew that Mahar’s eyes will look at me "may be you come with me...?" And so I did not want to look at him. Near the entrance, I said, "All come in. I'll wait here. And do not talk out there with any. I hate it when you're talking to someone on religious themes! ".
Strangely, he kept silent, pretended offense, though just was upset that he could not lure me into his "world." A world full of goodness, full of meaning, full of understanding. The world that I was not available, due to the fact that it was not available to me ... in my 17 years. And at 20, and 25. Here I want to add, "and in 30 years, and generally never." But on the other hand - you never can tell.
Standing near the mosque, I thought about many things. I thought, "corny to think about the meaning of life, standing in front of a mosque, or near the church or the synagogue, or near the temple of Buddha. And in general, what to think about the meaning of life, if you do not have enough knowledge about this life, to solve exactly. "I decided to "postpone the solution to this issue" to "better times", because I was going to enter medical school. Then I looked around, hoping to see in such a stupid like me - with seeds in the pocket and waiting for a friend from Friday prayer. Such was not. Interestingly such are? Sure - there are. We must create a "movement of people waiting for friends with Friday prayers." We will go all over the world in jeeps.
All these strange thoughts were interrupted by the voices of three people walking towards me whether, or to the mosque. Prayer has long begun. I do not think that these "guys" too late. From a distance they seemed three twin brother. Indeed, the three men of the same height, age, everyone long black beard; come together and the "cute" talk. Than any brothers? "Brothers-acrobats". They are believers. Believers excessively. They are brain-washers. Not exactly washed, they hammered into your brain a super idea. Only one. And you're no longer looking for answers to questions about the meaning of life. You know everything. You - genius. The same genius as those that hijacked planes September 11, 2001. For clarity, I will say that these brothers not enough only a few "widgets": machine gun, two or three grenades and screams. I will not say what kind of screams. Everyone knows them.
These "boys" always appear unexpectedly. As death. It comes when you least expect. Sit yourself - "live", and suddenly it drew. All such surprising, with its ideology and principles. As these brothers.
- What are you waiting, why not praying? - Said one of them, meaning that I'm standing here "is not the topic."
- I wait my friend. He entered there.
- Why not go with him?
- I do not know how to pray.
- Look, I can teach you. Do not be shy. You can’t be ashamed of the faith. Want come, I'll show you where I live. I'll be your teacher. I'll tell you about our religion, sins, of prayer.
- Thank you very much, but my friend promised me to teach. - I lied, hoping that he will roll away.
- Friend? He's probably too young. Much depends on the teacher. You do not know what true faith is. Prophet, peace be upon him, said that the study of faith must be approached with caution, for every careless act may be sinful, - he said sagely. Idiot trying to lure me into his radical gang.
I do not want to sit somewhere in the woods, in the mountains, with a gun and destroy everyone. I do not want to die senselessly. Like, “we bear faith in the ranks of unbelievers” - hate that word! These radicals love to lure the youth. Why they manage? Because youth is full of idiots! They fill all their empty brain with unnecessary information, which states that death in battle against infidels will automatically "start" in Paradise! And I think that it will "start" to nowhere, into the void. Death comes unexpectedly. Basically. In cancer patients, it comes as "expect", but not always. As lucky.
I do not know how to get rid of them. I said that I urgently need to get home. That "serpent" told me that he and his friends often here. Said that I did not hesitate and went to him. Said that people from the mosque know little about our true faith. Found a connoisseur. Sure, his lifespan is around 35-40 years. They are often smoked and killed. From any houses, out of the forest, out of the holes where they are hiding.
I remember, was a computer game about the Italian mafia in America 30s. I loved to play it. Game with meaning and with a lovely story. The main character - a former taxi driver, but now he's a mafia soldier in the service of Don Salieri. And in the last mission of this game was the task: "to kill all bastards." I do not know why I remembered it...
I never again went to the mosque, and waiting for a friend and to nibble sunflower seeds.
Thank you for your attention.
PS I gather money for the translation of my book into English and publication of the book. If you're interested, visit my page, please igg.me/at/bookoflife