Didar Masifi

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        To your perplexity Kyoto and Katrina can be two suitable names for two passionate lovers, a name for a profound and dramatic play like Romeo and Juliet, an astonishing wonderful tale similar to Mam u Zeen’s, or like Bilmonda and Balthazar a fiction full of ups and downs of love. But if they happen to be like that, I need to make a story and narrate till I could confirm their fate, in order to do that I have to have the passion of a poet, a way to describe them in which not much economy involves, a pure one. Let us first describe the word Kyoto, and all of you know it pretty much sounds Japanese. However, it can be easily interpret to the English. Let us do it. Key is oto, or in different way but not paradoxical. Key is not oto.

In the first simple sentences if we consider oto as a figure we see it as a bike, and we will come out happily like a green peace member and cries in protesting way: Bike is the Key. Additionally, the second one in which oto can roughly stand for an automobile. If these two meanings didn’t work for you, you are free to break down my both sentences and take the oto with you to a famous calligrapher’s shop and ask him to write down your sentences in a large font. Which of course will be a good stuff if do a pro Kyoto protest one day. But before doing that forgive me by being too fussy and give my third and last sentences.

Ozone terribly Open!

 Have got better one in order to find a meaning and solution for KYOTO?  If not I will start my story.

   MY Kyoto is a son of beggar who was an unlucky loser. But what happened to him wasn’t his fault. He was a nature’s lover and botanist. One he tragically at the age of 100 ended up his life by eating a poisonous plant. As a result he was found dead close to a garbage container by a careless passer by. Through out his life he participated in 2005 protests against nature foes, but finally he got bored and became a full time drunk till that when he died very lonely on the streets just a silent death similar to Edgar Alan Poe. That day Kyoto he was inside her mom not bigger that a piece of a pop corn.

    Kyoto was born in December11, 1997, and he like Bekas in Salim Barakat’s novel a very peculiar child leaping on days of his life. Soon he became a big boy, teenager, an adult, and finally a mature wise man. He admired his father’s continuous protesting for peace and his great love for nature. To which he too gave all his love and spent thousands of hours pondering mountains and oceans, real and images.

   Kyoto was extraordinary handsome, shrewd, and kind. People befriended him without hesitation. He has got some of Clinton’s Charisma, fore Monica’s were plenty around him all the time and they coyly requesting and competing for a date. But his love for nature was much greater; it fully captured his imagination and substituted the beauty of all women around him. He was a human with a halo, pure spirit from nature, and man with a wing. Because his growing was too fast and uncontrollable, he missed that part that all historical lovers were gone through. So the day when he met Katrina his charcoal hair was little bit darker than Richard Gere’s, but curly like Suzuki’s. Also like him Kyoto also has got a little goatee beard on his chin. That gave him a sophisticated face with two small sharp dark eyes. After traveling around the world searching for something missing in human’s nature. Or something not in replace which he believes is full of insanity. Consequently, Kyoto like his father lost between all against and pros. One day Kyoto was shocked by the messy and bloody stuff when he was for first time reviewing history books, visiting museums from the Top Kepi, to British National, to Louver. He realized that the numbers of battles, wars, problems, and conflicts, are much greater that the number of agreements, negotiations, and treaties. Yes like Bekes he did it in one day, and thus he spoke to himself “What a pity life we have!”

   Please also don’t ask me where Kyoto has got all this money for travelling if his dad was a beggar. My aim is to make a story which everything in it would not be real, just a story to connect my crazy thoughts. Please let me continue and then tell you more about my Kyoto.

    One autumn clear sky day with a fresh breeze, Kyoto was sitting on the shores of Pearl Harbour reading Life of Pi by Yann Martel and thinking about future. Now his hair was snow white but still doesn’t know anything about love. As same as Nursi he never slept with a woman, because his growing was too quick in aging him. He was unluckiest man on the face of earth, but the happiest one. Ten years was like hundred years for him. So from there he rented a small boat and like the Old Man in the Sea made the sea his destiny. He decided to go across the Pacific Ocean and help Pi and any one needs an urgent help.    

  Another autumn day but rainy one, he was sitting in a secluded island which had no name, when he suddenly approached by a mermaid and made his day very delightful. For one moment Kyoto became dumb and his mind was shut down like a computer not knowing anything about anything. For a moment that vast blue calm spread sheet which is called the Pacific Ocean seemed to him as universe full of mysteries. And in which a mermaid sparkled like the evening star. She was similar to a white chubby seagull whose body was white, shining and smooth. Or he was a real seagull of odd and crying thoughts the one who neither in the land nor in the ocean can find peace.

   The mermaid was so pretty, and also prettier than all pretties. So falling in love with her didn’t need any resistance in Kyoto’s blood. And by first signs of flirting with the mermaid, his appearance started to change. He again became that handsome young man who one day was dreaming in living in a peaceful world. After on an American land he totally broke and gave up from all his promises to the mother of nature. To whom he vowed to fight her foes. The mermaid said that her name was Katrina and her age was uncountable of years. Kyoto frightened and asked the mermaid if she were a messenger of Mother Nature or God.

“No! I’m the messenger of love” She replied.

“And love can solve all problems” She continued.

Kyoto was astonished by her beauty and her sweet talks.

“I come all the way to meet you, I’m chosen to be your beloved” She giggled.

“I don’t understand why this happening to me.” Kyoto spoke to himself.

“We both understand what’s happening to us; you are running from the evils on the land and I’m running from them in the ocean.”

“How did you find this beach?” they asked same question simultaneously.

The question left with no answer disappearing in the air.  

    Katrina was in hurry and the told Kyoto hastily. “Let us meet next year September in the Golf of Mexico”

And then she swayed her golden tail inside the blue water and swam far away like a baby dolphin.

 I do apologize that I put too much fantasy in my story.

 The reality was that many Septembers came and gone and Kyoto was totally lost in thoughts. There wasn’t any Katrina for him. There wasn’t any lover.

   To cut my story short I recreate my Kyoto and for a while I will put him in the Gunatanamo prison as a terrorist detainee, no sorry I changed my mind I make him a Sufi who dances with an American feminine Zobra on the beaches of Miami days and nights. Yes, he is a Sufi, like little Patal whose spirit is full of love. Thus I need to recreate my beautiful mermaid vice versa. Especially, when I was about to through my computer’s keyboard into the Pacific Ocean after hearing that on the other side of ocean an ugly witch is been found. It called Katrina who killed my Sufi character and many other people. 

My computer’s keyboard will never become a life jacket.

I end my story.