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Flying away
It hurt and it pained

By Ali Khalili
March 25, 2002
The Iranian

The winter was long gone. It was a hot summer day with the scorching sun burning my skin and the wide open blue skies, making me feel like I was in heaven.

Out here in the Canadian prairies, I was doing my usual run through the trees and grasses in a beautiful valley, up and down the hills. Huffing and puffing, I slowed down right by a hill facing downtown, mesmerized by all the noise that a few birds were making. Having no more energy to go on, I stopped and watched.

I always enjoy watching birds. Their free frenzy in the sky is always an awesome sight for me. But I also like them, because in a way they always remind me of us, humans. They travel together for miles, seem to spend countless happy hours together and suddenly, depart and go on their own way, under sometimes very odd circumstances.

As I stood there gazing in the skies, I saw two birds flying in their own separate pack. They both looked a cross between the birds you see in Canada and those you see in Iran. They flew together for a while, one seemingly a bit hesitant while the other seemed full of energy and more determined.

Every once in a while, the more energetic of the two would fly away with another bird and then, on some ocassions, it would return. On every return, they would circle up and down in utter joy, but on the final return, after a few minutes, a quarell seemed to had occured. Couldn't understand the bird language, but the two departed, this time for good.

I followed their paths through the sky, as they broke off and went their different ways. And as I tried to absorb the whole scenary, I began to think of a girl I came across some three years ago.

Our encounter was as accidental as how these birds probably came across one another and our departure, was almost as abrupt as them. These two birds also looked like us, one hesitant and one confident. My hesitation always had a reason, at least in my mind. And I wondered if the little bird out there was just like me, having my kind of thoughts in his mind.

And like the two birds, we did decide to march on our own way from the early go. I got to watch her, running into other people in her life. Yet , through thick and thin, we kept in touch and spent countless hours, talking and chatting. All along, I felt I was a good mate, being a loyal friend, a commited one and a good flying mate. All along, I felt that if I would stand by her through all the events of her life, she would appreciate that...

But one day, after two years, when we got to be together again and to fly again, in our own human ways, something happened. We started off with smiles, but suddenly something I never figured out came about and we departed. I was left in awe and I am sure, so was she, but I could not understand her.

She said that our friendship was based on fraud..She said that the person that stood by her whenever he could, was not a true friend. It hurt and it pained, but I had see to her fly away, although I had no idea why.

The winds began to pick up and I could feel the chill as all the sweats on my forehead had dried up by now. I began running towards my destination, wondering what these birds were thinking now, as they were flying away. And I wondered if there really were a God out there watching us, what would he be thinking when he oversees us marching away in this crazy life.

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