Brave Animal.

What makes animals better than us?
Many things.

Most importantly, their will to do anything to survive, their fearless nature and the sheer power to do hard work.

Recently, I have been trying to do all the things I think of doing. I am telling you they are so hard to do.
An active imagination is amazing but the need to make that imagination come true and ability to not stutter in the name of hard work. That is a admirable quality, one that I don’t have yet.

In a way, animals lead a difficult life. They are always at risk of being back stabbed and most of them are also hunted from the front.
There is this constant danger residing in their hearts, to become the food of predator.

Because, each of the animal is a prey to some predator.

Imagine living like that, in the forever fear. Us humans, we’d give up everything and lose hope if we had to live this way.

Another thing is that their whole survival depends on doing real HARD work.
One that they can’t take break from or leave to the other day, that is only our luxury.
Most day, most animals fail to have their fruit of hard work.
Do they give up hope and go depressed.

The next day, they begin again. With same level of dedication.

They are not afraid to live their lives. They don’t question them, they live them, the way they deem fit.

Some warriors die in the end, but not of hopelessness rather, bravery they show in the lives that they live.

The concept with us is to call ourselves warriors and survivors. To sooth ourselves that even if we are not doing anything, we are doing something, which is by the way nothing.

Question yourself, are you really a warrior? A survivor?

What have you done to survive? How did you get by through all that hard work?

Yeah, we all love fictional imagination.

But they are people too, who like animals, do what every hard work to survive the day.
Those men are real warriors. They know the cost of lives we are living.

Don’t call yourself a survivor until you really have survived the storm.

The problem is, there is an animal in us all, we put all our working energy to ignore that animal.

You could have been a wolf, had you let its spirit consume you and who knows, you could have taught it from right to wrong.

Everything is possible in fictional imagination and fictional imagination is very much possible in real life.

Brave Animal.

-Naba Mehdi.

Wild, wild, North!

I went on this trip with my family, to the northern sides. We went to the place Swat.
It was well above the average mountain heights.
There, everyday, I would wake up at 6 on the morning, I would get a cup of coffee and I would climb the one mountain.
I figured out the way to the top so, it took not more than 25 minutes.
Oh, but I tell you, once I was there. A the top. It seemed that even though I was at the top there were more bigger mountains than the one I was standing on, ironically, my mountain seemed the shortest.
However I would sit there and enjoy.
Birds chirping on the left ear. Crows whacking in the right one. The sweet sounds of sorrow embarking the wind.
Cow moaning to the right, behind the crows.
On the left, the fall of millions of droplets of water ahead of the birds.
Before the birds, people in their indistant chatter.
The home of millions and billions of insects and birds.
All in their own rhythmic chores.
This was the most beautiful scenario I had experienced.
There was something greater, you see. Before I went there, I was feeling lost and broken into a million pieces. I thought and felt as if my soul was lost.
So I climbed the mountain to get the nature to help me and find my soul back.
I would sit at the edge and I would converse silently with the mountain that was in front of me.
Somehow it understood what I was saying and miraculously, I could hear what he was saying.
There I stood, at the top of the mountain, surrounded by them yet still.
In between a prison, no one wants to break free from. That, that eternal true.
A sinic and skeptic, would only do himself one favor and that is by believeing in the miracle that now surrounds the soul.
I looked at them, at that family and through unstatic waves, the legacy came chirping at towards me.
You alone can help yourself.
A thick and heavy, masculine, the type of voice that guarantees experience, just a little salty and sweaty, somewhat tired always but in other expects the positive motivator, some one who knows struggle and battles and failure but still believes in recovery and help.
The mountain answered in such a voice.
Telling me to dig my roots deep and be as I want to be, in any position I want to be.
he sent again to tell me to let go of everyone.
The perfect solitude. The ominous combination of solicity.
I, a humble bow in the perfect respect for the nature that holds me within its self.
I bowed and tried again and again to be the perfect reflection of those words.
I failed.
But the mountain, my new friend kept telling me,
I alone can help myself.
I didn’t find my soul back then, but I found a new friend, a friend who told me that I was like him, from his family and one day when I achieved everything and survived the fights, I too could come and there, next to him, just like that.
And just may be some new  soul would come seeking the same help.
Most of all, it assured me that I had a home, in the wild wild woods.
See, for yourself, the magnificent mountain!
-Naba Mehdi.