Slavery

Slavery covers the eternal day of men with abuses and drowns the long night with blood and tears.

Seven thousand years have passed since the day I was born, but all I have seen are tame slaves and prisoners in chains.

I have traveled all over the world. I have experienced light and darkness in the path of life, and I have seen everything from people who settled in kilns to those who moved on to live in modern buildings. But so far I have seen only heads bent by heavy burdens, hands in chains, and knees kneeling before idols.

I followed people from Babylon to Paris, from Nineveh to New York. Everywhere I saw traces of shackles beside footprints in the sand, and forests and valleys repeated the groans of generations that had accumulated over the years.

I entered palaces, schools, and temples, and stood before thrones, pulpits, and altars. Everywhere I saw that workers were slaves of merchants, merchants were slaves of soldiers, soldiers were slaves of rulers, rulers were slaves of priests, and priests were slaves of idols, which were manifested by demons and were ghosts on the mountain of skulls.

I went into the houses of the powerful and the poor, and into the hovels of the poor. I have been in the splendid houses adorned with ivory and gold, and I have been in the fighting rooms where the ghosts of despair and death are gathered. I have seen infants brought up in slavery, children learning to read and obey, little girls dressed in clothes lined with meekness and softness, and women lying on cots of humiliation and obedience.

I have walked with generations of people from the Congo to the banks of the Euphrates, to the mouth of the Nile, to the Sinai mountains, to the squares of Athens, to the churches of Rome, to the narrow streets of Constantine, to the tall buildings of London. I saw slavery always going hand in hand with honor and dignity. I saw young men and women sacrificed on the altar, where slavery was honored as a god; wine and dew were poured, and slavery was praised as a ruler; incense was burned before the icon of slavery as a prophet; people knelt before him as the golden rule. Driven by slavery, people kill each other, but call this act patriotic; people bow down before slavery and say that slavery is the shadow of God falling on the earth; people follow the wishes of slavery and burn houses and destroy villages, but say that this is equality and friendship; people dedicate all their energy and time to slavery and say that this is wealth and business ......

Slavery has many names, but only one essence; it has many forms, but inside it is always the same. Slavery - is a disease with many signs that have existed since ancient times; children bear it from their fathers along with their lives; the years sow it in the soil of the times and then reap it, like reaping the fruits of another season in one season of the year.

This is the strange form of slavery that I have encountered.

Blindness - it connects the life of today with the life of the fathers of the past; it forces people to bow down before the traditions of the mind; it fills young bodies with the spirit of obsolescence and turns them into a tomb of ashes and decay.

Dumb slavery - it allows the man to the abominable woman and turns the woman into a mattress for the man she detests; making him like a shoe too narrow for his feet, and her like a straw footstool under that filthy sole.

Deaf slavery - It forces people to cater to the tastes of the crowd, to paint their favorite colors, and wear their favorite clothes; it turns their voices into echoes and their bodies into shadows.

The slavery of lameness - forces the strong to bow down before the liars; it forces their will to submit to the whims of the ambitious; it turns them into machines to be sown at will.

The slavery of gray hair - pushes the hearts of children from the sunny heights to the abyss of misery; here poverty and ignorance hover side by side, humiliation, and despair become neighbors; the children grow up in misery, live in sin, and die of evil addictions.

There is spotted slavery - it does not buy things according to their value and does not call them by their original names. It calls deceitfulness wisdom and empty talk erudition; it calls weakness meekness, and cowardice majesty.

The slavery of the rotund foot - uses intimidation to force the weak to run their tongues. It speaks words that are not true and wishes that are not out of the heart, and these are like a piece of rag that the poor hand throws around.

The slavery of the hunchback - rules over one group of people with laws made by another group of people.

The slavery of raw jock - grants crowns to the descendants of emperors.

Black slavery - It curses the innocent children of sinners.

Slavery for slavery's sake - this is the power of inertia.

When I am weary from the following generation after generation, when I am bored from watching the rush of people, I sit here alone as a ghost, looking forward to the moment of my reward. Here I saw a pale apparition who gazed at the sun and wandered alone. I asked him, "Who are you? What is your name?" He replied, "My name is - Freedom." I said, "Where are your children?" He answered me, "One was sacrificed on the cross. One got sick and died. The third has not yet been born."

The ghost disappeared into the mist.