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Crazy Birds

Anwar u Haque July 11, 2006

Tags: nature

Short Story

It was silence everywhere. Towering places of worship were trying to touch the blue sky. A pair of birds was watching the tall buildings of Jerusalem one after another. They were flying and talking with each other about human beings. Suddenly they saw thousands of people shouting in front of a tall building.
“Look there” the bird said to his friend “What is happening?”

“I told you” The second bird replied. “They are God’s so called best creation, yet they cannot breathe without causing violence. It’s hard for them to be peaceful.” Both birds took a long breath and kept flying.

They had been flying continuously so they become very tired. They planned to stay somewhere to rest, but they were waiting for a suitable place. Finally they found a dome of a beautiful building behind an attractive lake. It was really a very nice place. Beside the lake there was a large lawn where people used to come and throw some corn to welcome the traveling birds. The people who lived there were very nice. The birds liked this place very much so they spent about two years there. During those two years, several times they saw the exchange of bullets between two groups of people. They used to seeing events like this, therefore it was no longer shocking for them.

One day they heard a big explosion. The whole area was surrounded by clouds of smoke. All the birds flew away from the lake in all directions and disappeared into the smoke. The birds were terrified. They hid on the roof of big church building. They hid their beaks in each other’s neck so close it would seem like they were trying to count each others heart beat. When the smoke cleared they saw the fire coming out from a very tall building. The birds were looking from the roof at the road. “Oh! Look there” the one bird said to the other. “How painful! Why are those people snatching the young child from that lady?” The child and his mom were both crying bitterly. “This is really a display of human cruelty. What did this newborn child do to deserve this? This is all so cruel, and now this innocent baby is being hurt! Why are they doing this?"

The birds had never seen this kind of human cruelty “We were very happy on the hills of Jordan, far from the hatred of human society.” One said to the other

“And we used to see the beauty of nature.”
“But it was you that said we should to leave that place…”
“Yes but at that time I did not know that humans were so cruel.”
“Now we cannot go back to the hills because the winter season has started.”
“But I have not lost hope yet, I think that all the human beings of the world might not be as cruel as this, just like some of us would be cruel some would be kind.” The bird who did not want to escape said.
“If we fly to the West hopefully we will find a peaceful world there.”

After a long discussion they both agreed on this idea. Both the birds were imagining a dream world where people would love each other, animals, and birds too. With this sweet dream in mind they arrived in Algeria to stay for a short time and then flew off again. They saw an endless ocean that they had never seen before. They saw very pretty and colorful groups of birds coming from the other side. They were flying over the ocean. “Wow! Water animals are so quiet! If only human would live like this” They remembered the scene of genocide in Jerusalem.

They saw more fragile birds coming from opposite side, and then their imagination ran wild. “Hopefully one day like these birds, people will be non-violent and there will be no more murder and no more killing.”

They had traveled almost half the way when they heard some noise coming from the ocean. They saw a small tourist ship at people singing and dancing. Suddenly the ship sank into the ocean. The birds were afraid to see the innocent travelers killed, but a little while the ship appeared again. The small brains of the birds could not understand this life protection technology.

“The people of west are magicians and maybe we should return there.” The bird said. “No absolutely not!" "Why not? is it because you are afraid to go there because of the violence?” the other bird said. “No no no I am not afraid. Why makes you think that?” The bird replied.

Both entered New York via Halifax and Newfoundland. It was evening. Everywhere the noises of planes were echoing. The city life was very fast paced. People often were singing and dancing. Their lives were passing by without tension. The people were very different here in comparison to the east. Brown, blonde and red hair, and red skinned. Ooh! Also there were machines! There were more machines than people. There were so many factories there. What did these factories produce? What are those heavy pointed things? What were they storing them for? They could not understand the use of those things. A large number of men and women were involved to make these things. First they made them and then gathered them in a very high building. The birds could not understand anything about what was happening.

Both of the birds were very happy there. They visited almost all the cities of America and spent two more years there. In Washington they saw a very nice swimming pool. White people were swimming like fish there.

One day they were flying around the city. Suddenly they heard a big explosion. This explosion was greater than the one in Jerusalem. Both of the birds fainted. After a few hours when they came to their senses they found themselves on the roof of a building. They had no courage to go back to their temporary home. A flock of birds were coming from the other side of the roof. They were told that the biggest tower of the city was on fire, the same place which had been their temporary home. Fire and smoke were still coming out from the building. The birds were told there that someone from across the ocean crashed into the tower with an airplane. The city was covered in black smoke. Thousands of people were killed and thousands of them were wounded badly. The ambulances were coming and going loaded with dead and burnt bodies.

The birds were badly afraid, they began to think that they could not save their lives here. This was not a peaceful place. They decided to go east from Jerusalem and then they went again on a long journey.

After a long time they arrived in “Chaman”, famous for the production of grapes near the Afghan-Pak border. But they could not escape from the marsh of human hatred. Suddenly they saw some airplanes beside them. There were brown haired people were sitting in the planes. Exactly the same people like they had seen in the west. They were dropping some pointed and heavy things on the ground and were changing cities and villages into graveyards. Now they understood the purpose of making and gathering those heavy and pointed things.

“You said that these people were peaceful, what you think about them now?” the bird said smugly.
“Oh!” the other bird replied sadly “I was so foolish I did not know how cruel these human beings are? They were making weapons to destroy themselves, and to destroy other human beings. They are so crazy.”
“They are not only cruel but the inventors of cruelty.”
They were feeling very tired. They did not find peace in any part of the world. They began to talk.
The first bird said. “Humans are the best creations of God, and yet they invented these weapons dangerous to their own livelihood.”
The other bird replied; “I think that behind this is their selfish nature, they want to live individually. What do you think?”
“Yes that is true. If only they would have been made like us. They could work together, eat together, and have no boundaries within countries at all. Instead of inventing weapons of mass destruction they could have invented something to help to live peaceful lives.” Yes you are right."
“Yes! You are right”

Both of the birds started to fly again. This time their destination was India but midway they were hit by bullets of unknown origin. Actually they were hunted down by human cruelty. Their cry stirred in space. They fell down to the ground.

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