Traveler in Time

Traveler

I am not a vagabond. I am a traveler seeking a lost nation. My compass is made of wood pointing randomly at the four directions as if I own them like a lone wolf. I am a traveler searching for a lost nation that I may call it mine. My journey started in winding narrow allies that lead to lockless doors swinging in and out by the wind of time. I examined dusty scrolls scattered in a large closet where I meticulously examined them searching for a birth certificate of a nation that was born in the year of the mythical dragon. The past glory and brilliance of this nation did not have a passage to the present and the future because of its descendants erected impassable hurdles with their short vision and ignorance. These men are suspended in the fourth dimension and trapped in their own repulsiveness creating a nation of brouhaha at the scale of infinite negativity. Escaping from this unforgiving reality requires a genius and imaginary cognizance that one can resemble himself as a shape-shifter or a genie traveling limitless distances in a blink of an eye without being dephased.
I examined ancient scrolls searching for enchanted means to entertain myself while traveling in a reversed time. Looking back at the past may help shape the future even though we have no control on tomorrow. A magical scroll as fascinating as the flying carpet of Aladdin is laying down with dust as thick as the centuries lost in the culture of this nation. The instructions on this scroll appears to be written by a mathematician who carried a heavy load on his shoulder for many years teaching the tribes the values of the numbers and the importance of the zero he invented to preserve the intellect of humanity. The scrolls talk about many others scientists, chemists, physicians, and architects who were theists and established the foundation of modern science and technology. They were the first to establish universities and learning centers as beacons for all other civilizations. Their efforts are still resonating in all directions of the world in despite of centuries of negligence by their descendants. The architecture of their buildings in Barcelona, for example, is a witness to their greatness.
Learning how to decode these ancient scrolls allows me to enter the virtual reality to zoom on places in various times to observe the modern era of this realm of theism. The reality of the offspring of the vanished nation did not turn out to be either pleasant or genuine. Innovation is a foreign word means nothing. Creative thinking is suspended in time. Their mediocre scientists rule the moment where they grew appendages in form of armed chairs that they sit on them wherever they go and never be released. Decoupling these chairs from their posteriors requires microsurgeries with highly specialized instruments, which often results in death. This is the story of so many of us in this era in which we become egotistic and materialistic.
Gazing at one of these scrolls long enough would open a window in time to observe the miserable status of a nation that is torn apart by the offspring of elites who were once an inspiration to the world. Traveling in time as a shape-shifter would allow one to witness the most heinous crimes against humanity. One may call it a national suicide. Harlots can be seen pacing at the street corner by the history dumpsters; standing in mid-day advertising their pleasure to defected soldiers from passing armies so they can call their nation “the mother of the world” and label their illegitimate children as heroes. I see ravens standing in their desert oiling their beaks and claws to sharpen them. They are ready to kill their siblings for a moment of pleasure or for a feast. They have been practicing the mutilation since the oil start oozing from under their feet. As a shape-shifter traveling in time, I see flesh-eating vultures soaring in the sky and circling over the head of any one in their nation that shows a little defiance. These remorseless creatures kill even the infants with no mercy just to please their chiefs. Semi-intellectuals are confused applauding for anyone with any views hoping for a moment of glory on TV, radio, or a magazine to satisfy their egos. I see people attended pilgrimage more than once just to take selfies and post them on the social media. I see rich individuals stopped distributing meals to charities because the cameras on their cell phones malfunctioned. Religious rituals lost their meanings where many are focused on scarfs covering hair and forget to observe the shoeless children walking in mud of humiliation.
We are aliens traveling in time and space searching for a nation in which no one pointing at and calling us strangers or questioning our identities. I am a traveler searching for a nation with people that have no dollar sign in their eyes. I am not a vagabond, I am a traveler in space and time vaguely hopeful to find a nation I call mine.

Omar Manasreh
09 February 2017