In praise of the life/human

by: Anwar Abasi (Haras)

translator: Daliya Rauof
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I should have died
I should have been dead
Perhaps I should have been killed by a mine blast
with a severed leg and arm, my eyes popping out of my head
I had bleeding until I passed away
purely
whitishly
Or perhaps by a hangman’s rope
A masked face wrathfully
put it around my neck
It was obvious his wife did not let him do something last night
(Indeed, I would have liked to be executed by shooting , though I was afraid, if one day a playful soldier would have appeared and shooted me right in that part of my body….why it is not possible to be killed by the coup de grace from the beginning? when will these rules change?)
Or I would have killed by a bomb, on the hand of a lover soldier (that his lovers left boob is a little bit bigger than right one), which is put in the of a plane’s bomb box
(which I prefer to assume it is black B2 plane)
Or by a shell
which its shrapnel kisses the ground
and be spreaded over in the most elegant laws of physics
Or at least in a historical event
My Iranian car which is under economic sanction
decide to look down, make a mistake and send me to down the valley, shred me and Itself
Or it was possible that Aegean, the drunk Aegean
would stumble and I might have lost Europe forever
though I’ve been in love with Europe for a long time and cannot give up*
Or that day the world was collapsing on me
when I shook my hand on the Great Gothenburg for the last time to sunshine
It was possible in the last minute I would not be able to catch myself and not disappoint the fishes
But a single photo to a newspaper title
A single news to a TV subtitle
A single heart sigh of friend (if there is one)
A single story which no one tells it to his children And a single nod…
These were less compared to the big mass of existence
To the bereavement of this dreadful existence
Its time has not come…
If I died
time must get down on knees, the earth must have a heartbreak,
crack from here to Gothenburg,
to the drunk Aegean, to Iran and the minefields of Kurdistan
Crack right from here to this place
It is early, time has not come yet for the human to die
Although for my part, I have not yet recognized life

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*Name of the Agean sea attributed to a king in Greek Mythology called Aigeas (Aegeas).He assumed his son was dead for that reason he threw himself from the cliff to the Agean sea and died .”Europe” is the name of a Phoenician princess.