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  The way back to be a Human

  Authored by Mustafa Kenj

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  Mustafa Kenj

  ISPN: 9781310717512

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  Using one of the contents of the following poems

  And short stories is not allowed

  But by a permission from the writer

  The way back

  To

  Be a human

  Introduction:

  My name is Mustafa Kenj. I am Syrian. I have woven these poems and short stories from the sadness and sorrows for what is going on in this world. It is enough to bleed the heart that our ugly world has been through two destructive wars, which has been eaten and beaten by. It is to raise the awareness for the people. My heroes are the common people, the street people poor middle class to whom I belong.

  The way back to be a human is a summary of a Book I

  have made is called "Humanlization". That book is available on Amazon.com and kindle. In humanlization you can find in the preface brief info about the ideology I follow. Here are some of my poems and one of the short stories I have written.

  Here is one of my short stories:

  The two birds Smifty and Hifty

  Emigrant Flying group of birds passing over a battle field

  two birds Smifty and Hifty

  Stop to watch

  Hifty to Smifty says they all look the same

  Here they divide themselves into Jewish

  There into Christians, Muslims

  Hindus and unbelievers and others rare the rest

  As there are the American Russian flags

  White and black are involved

  See there are blacks in the Muslims' front as there are ones in Christian side

  The same thing is applied to the whites as well, they all stand equal handing the weapons

  The same thing in Russia there are Muslims and Christians in one front against the Americans here by the name of politics religions stands united!

  God they are all human from where did they come up with such dreadful divisions

  On the contrary there was a huge war my grad father has narrated about color and religions

  They are fore sure insane

  God they carry swords and guns?!!

  Smifty they fight, count one another as enemy but why???

  Hifty replies yes they are dumb to the degree they never think in the mind that God has given them

  They can talk using the language they have instead

  Which we really lack but we have never fought just in the case of catch

  If one tried to steal the other achieve

  There would be a kind of wrestle

  Why is this battle made I tell

  Maybe just to get more lands

  I don’t see a prize just blood on the on the floor

  Which turned the land into reddish one

  Smifty; Horrible horrible horrible

  Hifty Their bodies will be part of its soil later

  There must be some thing blinds them I guess it is greediness

  Drive them forcing to be one enemy for the rest

  Smifty and Hifty together: I really disgust from their rustic life!! Lucky we have been born birds

  Protect one another

  Don’t you remember sweet brother when a hunter was shooting?

  A little Tony got injured

  The hunter was about to get him for lunch

  We all have attacked the hunter at once

  He could do nothing but leave

  A mile away the two birds see two lovers

  Smifty says to hifty; wow! Nice they look happy

  See the climax of their pleasure that is drawn clear on their faces

  a smile they have which is some thing we miss in life Hifty; What a difference is there between the two sceneries

  A while later they see a hungry child crying to get a piece of bread

  Hifty says it is the result of his uncles father war

  That we have seen the crops had been damaged

  Out of sudden Smifty runs down delivering him self as a meal for that kid

  Hifty; what a generous creature Smifty is

  He has sacrificed him self for people who don't deserve

  But a poor kid have done nothing

  Such noble bird could not bear to see him suffering

  MHK

  Here are Some of my Poems:

  Violence Against Women

  How could thy hand hit thy face

  God has not given her strength

  To let her be in need for you as a male

  Otherwise she would be alone as a female!

  She has the warm heart for you when you feel gloomy

  She has what satisfy your desires when feel hottie

  She will be your mom's kid

  She is who gonna carry that kid for nine months

  And you still show off your strength by hitting her on her face

  Come on if you feel really strong

  show strength, you go to the other men

  They would appreciate

  Use it to protect her not to attack her

  Don’t be that coward

  don’t deform your manhood

  Be a man and take care of her

  Be a man and show her the sweet kind side

  to Let her feel safe secured between your arms

  Otherwise she can betray

  to feel safe with some one else

  This causes you wounds can never get cured

  If she does betrayal you will be having for ever

  The feeling of hurt the feeling of wounds stabbing her by a knife, shooting her dead wont solve the problem cool the hurt feeling

  That kind of feeling is much harder than killing

  If she does not do so

  This means, she loves you

  even if you had unjust her

  by doing things she does not admire to

  Her patience means you to be her only man

  Appreciate this and by a Real man

  Win her heart before her body to live happily

  If you hit her in front of your little growing man as child

  Express the anger through violence

  It will also hurt your son

  Because it would really affect his psychology negatively

  Hard to see his mom hurt by a man even if it was by his own dad

  Be Great Man and

  Make use of your muscles by working

  To bring her needs

  Be a man of morals, of wisdom before being a man of strength.

  MHK

  Poor Guy and smile

  I am just a poor guy have no right

  To yell to scream to shout

  To smile but to cry

  To eat to drink but to feel hunger

  Have no right to tell no but to be submissive

  Have no right to live just to die

  To call him a bucket was kicked by

  Work as a donkey 24 hours to get some bucks

  To feed my growing up brothers

  People feel disgusted to hear my voice

  While the tyrant ugly boss's pleases Even though by my voice

  no orders I ask

  Just need people be around

  Want to make a chat to feel my existence

  As a person like others

  Accompany my words with smile

  They reject both as garbage thrown

  A machine you buy pay thousands

  While I am paid some cents

  If my dad has gone

  Why to be treated like

  A broken feelingless Machine

  Even if a machine gets slow

  You d
on’t make it hear bad words

  You just rush to fix it

  I don’t need bread as much

  I need you to feel my misery

  Don’t help don’t give me

  Just feel me by a smile

  It gives hope

  It gives life

  It makes me feel I am not abnormal

  Neither being not animal

  I am a poor guy needs you smile

  MHK

  Never a killer shall I come

  On earth In life I am a human if a soldier had been i one day

  and The officer has issued me to shoot one guy.

  I would do nothing but turn the gun

  Turn it to my self

  because it is easier to commit suicide

  to kill another creature share my features

  if an Error he has made being born in different place having opposite color, thoughts believes.

  Mine would be More and More

  To Put on an end to heavenly industrial thing

  There is one God Yeah there is Allah

  who can take his age soul at definite Day

  So i gonna say to my General

  Good bye shooting my self Dead.

  MHK

  Try to open Your Mind

  Would you me understand

  We are beautiful by the inner self

  Not by the fake out side shape

  We are all the same

  Black white brown

  Rich poor middle class

  Yet the poor are more loved Since they are who has suffered Money is not a Goal

  Otherwise you would see the affluent

  In happiness peaceful for ever staying in

  You would see them always

  Worried on their account to get lesser

  It can't make happiness if it were a lot But it does for who are needed

  The wealthy senses delighted for a second

  When he gets his money increased

  It pleases him for a while when its pleasure is done

  He asks more to get the same feeling again

  Inside him he still is unsatisfied

  I can tell

  It is not the thing his soul seeks for

  Especially their kids

  They get things easily

  Which make the materials lose their value

  See when a poor buy a normal car

  his heart would fly reaching upper sky

  While a rich dad gives his son the latest car

  Would not be that poor much grateful happy guy than that got it by his Daddy muscles

  In case the boy has given the chance to work

  To Buy it on his own

  he would feel as a man never a child

  so pleased So happy so successful creature but you came and you offered him

  Without Works achievements or feel exhausted

  We are spoiling our kids' lives by our own hands

  Their life is being empty

  They search for some thing to fill it