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Once upon a time, and a very good time it was, there was a little girl who strongly believed in the importance of “the word”. She took great pride in expressing herself and expressing her ideas. She was very idealistic indeed, always defending the rights of the deprived and standing for equality between people. She spent her life calling others to love, peace, tolerance, charity and all virtues that she thought would make the world, if not perfect, at least a better place. She held discussions, wrote articles for the newspapers, and attended meetings. This, all in which for what she believed in, first with child-like innocence then with teenagers’ enthusiasm and afterwards, with a grown-up’s determination.
Days went on, and the little girl woke up to find herself an old lady, sitting alone in her house, with more than enough time to think about what she did with her life. She sat there, for a long time thinking, and the more she thought about her life, the less she felt satisfied with herself. She realized that her whole life was a waste. Talking, the one art she was good at, didn’t seem to make any difference. People weren’t really listening, everyone was busy getting more and more money, and even those who listened, didn’t even understand what she was talking about. Abstract moralities to this world seemed to be like sentimental nonsense, which is perfectly irrelevant.
Only a few people indeed understood what she was talking about, and they either nodded to agree on every word that is said, and then forget it as soon as the discussion was over, or agreed strongly to what was said, and then started talking about it themselves. So, in the end, nothing was done to change what should have been changed. Instead, more and more people went on talking and talking, expressing their opinions about how necessary it was to change things for better. But things only changed for the worst. It was only then, when she sat alone thinking that the old lady realized she spent her entire life chasing rainbows, fighting the right battle, but the wrong way. She thought desperately “I should have done something, I should have worked instead of talking, I should have tried by my deeds rather than my words to change the world, for words fade away, but deeds always remain”.
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Comment by Abdallah Sobeih Abdallah Sobeih | Jun 22nd, 2004
"It is no use saying, 'We are doing our best.' You have got to succeed in doing what is necessary."
Winston Churchill
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