June 19, 2010 at 4:20pm
Recently
the mosquitoes in Yemen had a new guest, who was also a Yemeni, but had
awareness, intelligence, and talents that were far greater than those
of all the others. They called it Boss.
Boss gave them lectures,
suggestions, advices, and methods on how to live a better life in their
environment. It also attracted their lazy attention to their enemy
(mankind) who comes up with new weapons every short period of time - new
weapons which are always more destructive than the ones before. It
warned them that man is the most destructive and aggressive enemy. It
taught them a creative way to live their lives, free and unchained to
any fears of being hit to death by a plastic racket, or sprayed with a
suffocating killing insecticide
.
At the end of each lecture, Boss
reminded them that one can’t do better than his best and that being
sprayed to death, or hit with a plastic racket is the fate that we all
shall meet. Yet a living thing must live a normal life and that a life
cannot be normal unless it is not imprisoned inside the cells of fears. A
mosquito must experience success, health, happiness, freedom and the
available amount of safety. Mosquitoes should not be attacked and killed
in massacres just because they suck a drop of human blood. So what if
they do that?
“As far as I know”, the Boss said, “humans are not
much harmed nor do they lose anything worth mentioning. Mosquitoes must
live and prosper, too, you know. It is a right for all creatures. Why do
humans want to take this right away from us?”
These clever
lectures led many young mosquitoes to attack humans with more hatred and
violence. The Boss became a spiritual symbol to them. Other mosquitoes
began to suck blood for the Boss and bring it to it. The Boss stopped
flying and forgot all about biting. It gained more weight and became too
fat to fly! As a result of these concerted attacks, the humans too
began to get fed up with this danger they were tolerating. They brought
stronger insecticides and electrical rackets to hit the mosquito dead
with an instant electric current. Soon the house became free of
mosquitoes. Only the Boss was there trying with much effort to hide as
it was unable to fly.
As time passed, it became so hungry that it
couldn’t feed itself. No one was there to serve it. The Boss wept.
Whose Boss was it if there weren’t any mosquitoes around? As it sat
pondering its fate, the Boss saw beneath it a shadow of a man bearing
down on it. The Boss raised its face and found a huge man standing in
front of it and raising its arm high with an electric racket in his
hand.
Oh! It is the fate we all meet. The Boss was too fat to fly
and too heavy to walk. The Boss asked the man with a weak smile, “How
about some negotiations? Just give me a minute to ask you the last
question before I die.”
The man replied, “Quick! What do you
want? My wife has Malaria. We all have swollen red parts all over our
bodies. This is all because of you, you dirty insect. Quick what do you
want?”
“I just wanted to ask you why you want to kill me.”
“Oh,
you dumb creature. I just told you - Malaria and swollen parts on our
bodies. We have got enough to struggle in our lives and we do not need
any mosquitoes! Quick what do you want?”
“Yes, but you are still
living, and excuse me if I say so, but you are enjoying your life too.
You human beings are earning money, building houses, buying cars, TVs,
mobiles. You are also traveling. Your wife is raising your kids. She is
buying herself dresses, perfumes, and jewelry. Your kids are playing,
watching cartoons on TV, being educated, and when they grow up they are
sent abroad to graduate from prestigious universities. They eat fruits
and meat and sweets. You humans are enjoying your lives. You should not
try to deny all this, because if you do so you, you will look like
someone trying to cover the sun with his palm. So our bites are not
damaging you THAT much. A drop of blood out of you will make no
difference to you, but it will help us to exist.”
“You are harmful! We must all try to destroy your species.”
“Honestly,
I am so astonished. You puzzle me. Is it possible that you are not
aware whatsoever that those who harm you and suck your blood to drought
are not us mosquitoes but your own mankind? Is it imaginable that you
humans, who have reached other planets, are fighting us mosquitoes and
leaving your own fathers and brothers and sons who are definitely
stealing from you with no trial or even an objection? Is it probable
that you really don’t notice that those who deserve to be hit with whips
of fire and sprayed with acids are your own species??? Those who
grabbed hope from your hearts, those who swept patience from your days,
those who forced you to live a life of stress, struggling depression and
despair, those who suffer indigestion while you look for a piece of
bread, those who stole everything and their servants stole the leftovers
and asked you to breathe only and be content! I can’t see how you don’t
see and I don’t get how you don’t get it? How can you manage to live a
life against mosquitoes and do nothing to these wild beasts? I want to
cry. Please allow me to do so. I really feel so sorry for you humans.
What a pity you are fighting the wrong enemy.”
The man was so embarrassed he let the mosquito walk out of the room