Bondage is Coming Back

The Airport campus magnificence let me imagine that this magnificence is prepared for me, a big world of fantasy I was living in. Anyway the entrance procedures to Bahrain was not complicated and didn’t take much time. There was a woman with a Malawi features, carried a board which my name is written on it.

Hi, I am Bissan

I am Angela Soriano from United Trading Company coming to guide - you this night …

Thank you and nice to see you

 I hope a happy residence for you in Manama

Surely it will be happy, God welling…

Strong will was inside me to start working and discovering Bissan, who missed himself in the dark caves and tunnels  which separated between the hope and the real or what exactly you can take from this life. I am always trying to find the truth, but unfortunately the truth was never known.

It was night when Angela took me to the hotel, hot and humid weather badly influenced my strong will, which was  conducive to start my new life there, the humidity was difficult to describe and up to the best of my knowledge it was the worst and never known in any other place in the world, which disappointed me. Put Angela wanted to encourage me in my first night there, so she told me that we are now in the end of summer, just two months and weather become lovely and nice in the winter. 

Because of her wide knowledge about small Bahrain, I thought that she was born there , so I asked her:

I think that you know every single corner ere …

Yes, I have been here since 10 years

With family ?

With my husband …

 Is he working in the same company ?

 No, he is with US Navy…

It is nice

She was hearing in our way to the hotel a Jazz music, and drove the car with a high speed when we arrived somewhere:

 Look Bissan over there…

 There are a circle …

 This a Pearl circle…

I see, tell me Angela Is that a real pearl or not?

She laughed heartily, because she didn’t expect my naïve question, put I added:

  It is good think that each nation its folk, dealing pearls was the main job for the island citizens  for a long time, before the oil.

  Yes, put I think you like jokes

Yes, and I will learn more jokes here…

Sleepiness made me couldn’t concentrate anymore in anything, I felt that the way to the hotel is without end, While she was talking about Bahrain. I was a sleepy, and her gossip let me feel more tired after this long trip, which shifted me from the land of poverty to the riches one as I usually thought.

The company booked a room for me in the Hilton hotel, which was nice and well furnished. Just five minutes after the receptionist gave me the room key to found me in the  bed,  the tired and the years of passing night awake were over, I didn’t remember anything after putting my head on the bed, I slept deeply as I never did.  When I woke up on the next day afternoon I felt that I am active and full with vitality which never I felt in the last five years.

After I had my lunch, I went to the downtown to have a cup of Turkish coffee which fortunately was not far from the hotel, I walked to there by the front of sea way. I always loved the sea and waves which speaks in language everybody can understand. I heard the waves telling me the tales of the island, the tales of withdrawals and occupiers which the island was an target to all   super powers all over the history; located at the cross-roads between the east and west, Bahrain has over the centuries been the key to the trading life of the Persian Gulf.

The waves told me the Dilmun* story, which considered as a holy place for Sumerians, Ashorians and Babelilians. Its  holiness came from the pearls twinkling, which also punished  the Grecian to sail over the seas to dominate and occupy the smallest island in the world.  All the ancient super powers controlled Bahrain in turn.

After the people of Bahrain accepted the prophet Mohamed invitation to Islam, it became a part of Arab world till the Portuguese occupation came, put their rudeness with tribes leaders let Rukon-Eldin a one of those leader to call the Persians, which they attacked the Portuguese navy and kicked them out to became as a part of Persian Empire, the last comers to the island were English and now Americans.

In the sunset time, I looked carefully to the sea, when the water becoming brassy before sinking on the darkness, that sight repeated itself daily. The sun announced the end of day which will not come back again, the sun sank behind the sea waves and salt water, to tell us that everything has an end, just be careful maybe you will not see the next day sunrise.

I might have known that I would be Gligamish the second that mighty hero from Sumeria in his quest for immortality, in the land where old age is unknown. He learnt to dive the seabed and pluck the flower that restores youth; and with it set forth for his homeland. But, while he was resting, a snake came up from deep and stole and ate the flower, whereupon it cast off its skin and regained its youth. Thus the snake cheated Gilgamesh, and through him, mankind of eternal life, and won the prize himself, this was the Epic of Gligamish. If everybody will go to his end, surely I will not die as a sheep quietly. Then  could I find the way to way immortality in Bahrain?

I reached to the Archeological Bahrain Door, then I entered the downtown through that door as other conquerors or victors did, put nobody stand to welcomed me as they did with other, because I am not victor, put a simple man coming to here to earn his live and discovering his missed himself .

After Sunset Pray *, I tried to continue my around on the downtown, put the humid and hot weather forced to finish it. So I entered the Yateem Commercial Center which is located near the mosque where I prayed, it was a nice place and I used to pass hours all over the last six months on it, specially on its café in the first floor.

The cosmopolitan atmosphere of that café was letting me winging on the blue sky as seagull.  The humanity in its different colors and races met each other in the café, of course not to welcome me, put to drink some café and to eat some sweat.  it was not difficult to note that yellow race was the majority in Yateem center.

I chose a suitable table to allow me watch carefully everybody there. Nearby me there was an ancient Idol of beauty in last Pagan Africa, I imagined the Idolaters Africans dancing around her knocking the drums and sacrificing and praying to that idol to give them the blesses they need to get the beautiful things in their life time. She was a beautiful and elegant Negro girl working on the café as a waitress, she came me to asks:

Good evening sir

What a nice evening I am in!

Pardon!

You are beautiful, nobody told this truth?!!

Thank you, do you like to drink something?

Turkish coffee if available…

just a minute

Take your time…

There was a newspapers in my table, put I didn’t feel that I need to read anything especially some of our great newspapers are specialist is hypocrisy, further more they did never try to find the truth anywhere in this world, so I preferred to drink coffee and smoking cigarettes.

 The café had a gracious atmosphere, and clouds of smoke flied above the heads of customers carrying their tiredness after hard working hours. I took the first sip of coffee and let the first cigarette to start smoking.

 The cigarette flamed my imagination, the smoke made a fog in front of my eyes, Behind that fog a picture of mermaid which has come from the nearby sea has been visualized on my mind. After the fog have been vanished, I have come back from the mythical world, to see what I thought a mermaid was tall, blonde, blue magic eyes, and white. What a beautiful girl she was.

She seated in the table situated nearby mine. When the negro waitress talk with her, the standards of beauty were mixed with each other, as the black morning coffee mixed with white milk to make a different color and delicious taste,

Near that table I imagined the new human identity parturition in that small island, which it will reform the face of humanity  and maybe it will return us to the Adam and Eve Society, and the conflict between Cain and Aple will be more ferocity in the 21st century. put on other hand will the ethical values of great religions and revolutions hold out against the values of open markets ?

I looked jealously to the cup of coffee that baptized from her rosy lips, and enjoyed with her figures delicacy, something warm which pass through my body when her attractions seemed to me while she putting her legs left upon right. Years of deprivations from this show let my bold looks to her seductive body more deep and strong and these looks knocked strongly at the door of desire which would deluge this kind of beauty.

Her charms combined with the roused desire of  everyone in that café, and their maximum hope was to get a sip of honey from her lips, I decided to be the first and the last one who caught  her in that island. I went to her to light my cigarette from her lighter:

Good evening

Good evening, may I help you?

Yes, could you kindly give your lighter

With pleasure…

I lighted my cigarettes put I didn’t return the lighter to her, and came back to my table, my behavior provoked her then she came to me and nervously said:

My lighter, Please?!

Yes, Sorry I forgot it with me? in Russian Language

Put how?!

May be because of your beauty of the Miss of Russia…

Thanks , Do you know that you’re fluent in Russian …

Yes I know, Are you from Moscow?

Yes and you?

Could you enjoy me around this table?

  Of Course …

She accepted my invitation to share me the table, as I expected she came from Russia, to work somewhere in Bahrain, another kind of feelings  overflowed me in that time, the forbidden fruit is always sweet, those feelings confused me and I became a gushy and ready to have any adventure with her, she seated in front of me and I became in the middle of place where was redolent with her perfume and fragrance.

Did anybody tell you that you are beautiful?

Yes, and sexy  ( She guffawed )

Yes, I’ve seen the beauty put I couldn’t judge now that you’re sexy

You are smart,  from where are you?

 I am from the country which it is as Griffin, that fabulous bird which is fly from the ash refusing the death…

Is it puzzle?!

If it is, can you solve it?

Yes I can, Are you from Middle East?

Then You are Palestinian , I saw the same buried sad beyond your eyes  in the eyes of Palestinians colleagues in the university there in Moscow …

Yes I am Palestinian, My name’s Bissan …

My names Larisa  …

Nice name Larisa  means seagull in Greek  …

Thanks Bissan …

You told me that you were student, what did you study

 I was student in Medicine College, put I stopped to work and collect money here …

What do you do here?

 I am selling the love? ( She guffawed )

Oh, My God

No doubt that Larisa is really plucky, she didn’t feel a shame while she was telling me that she is working there as a whore,  I remembered the humanity before the era of freedom, when the bondage was allowed. When man was selling his brother in humanity, I remembered the bondwomen in that era, I asked my self:  Is Larisa a bondwoman, or she is just a adulteress, came to Manama to sell her sexual body to everyone ready to pay. put the early  bondwomen were thoroughly different, they didn’t bond themselves and didn’t sell their bodies to collect the money, further more  some of them became queens in the Islamic caliphate era, and there sons became kings.

Larisa is bonded herself.

The root of all evil is her love of money, that became the early greedy slaves merchant, who forbidden her to see the way of virtue that leads us to the genuine beauty, and let her to sink in the dirty sea of depravity, that sea which deceives us by its deluded fragrance and spurious look, which seduced me to swim across its high waves, I am not that impeccable prophet.

Her guffaw while she was telling me that she is a whore, was showing a signs of stress and frustration, there was a lot of anger beneath that gorgeous beauty, but is she constrained to be in Manama? Is there someone oblige her to work as prostitute? My father, who taught me how to be chaste, didn’t tell me how to restrain my restive desire, when I see Larisa’s blonde hair coming down to her waist, flicking strongly my chastity.

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