Since the day I live in Egypt I meet great people. With heart made of gold. They love me so much that I feel uncomfortable.
I have very strong feelings for them. As I am older than them (the last years am older than anyone I met, so I feel that I am older than life) my feelings are mixed.
I am their friend, of course. I am their “teacher”. I “teach” them another kind of life, strange, different and they teach me theirs’.
I feel a deep affection for these persons without a future. This is the result of years’ bad governing and all these poor creatures try to make their life without any help or any prospect. Even the ones that have a job, the conditions and the salary are deplorable.
Maybe is the mother instinct that makes me feel an endless sweetness for these young friends of mine and a true devotion.
Sometimes I give them something insignificant (and I don’t mean thing or material, I mean emotion, knowledge, advice, information) for me that finally is very precious for them and they react like I have gift them the heaven and the stars.
They suffer when they cannot help me to solve a problem of mine. They are really upset when someone hurts me or treat me bad.
My whole existence is conquered by a deep love for all of them.
Since the day I am here, I wish one thing every day: “I wish I have the power to give them a dignified future full of security, love and fulfilled dreams. OH! LORD. HELP GOOD PEOPLE OF THE EARTH. They need you. I, with my poor powers, cannot do anything”.
OH, LORD, I’m BEGGING YOU, REALLY, HELP THE GOOD PEOPLE!
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