The strange old man

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Baram is a young guy who thinks about his life and his existence as a person.Suddenly he meets an old man, and then they start a discussion about life.The old man attempts to convince Baram who could understand the life through the love.

Submitted: March 01, 2017

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Submitted: March 01, 2017




The strange old man


I am Baram who experienced a strange event. I don’t know what the time of the day was, but still, everything is clear in my mind. Only I know the sky and the air were clear and full of cumuli. Besides, when I sit on a small stone in the citadel of Hawler, I was watching the panorama of people who came and went in the city - one of the oldest cities in the history of human beings. Yet, they were breathing in an old air of times. I was thinking of the meaning of life here or there; every question had an answer, but every answer was a question itself.The question is why had I sit on a small stone on the oldest citadel watching the colours of life and separating the colours like a painter who paints a tableau? I was deeply at the bottom of thoughts, suddenly a hand was put on my shoulder. I turned my head, a strange old man appeared who looked like a young man with vivid black eyes, a snowy hair, and an affable face.I looked on and he started to say his words.

‘’What do you think about here?’’ the strange old man asked (in a friendly low voice). I was still looking on him. “How do you see this place? What does it mean to you?’’ genially the strange old man asked.Yet, no words from me.

“So what are your answers?’’ the strange old man philosophically questioned.

I knew the answers, but he wanted more and deeper answers, somehow, he made me fall into the depth of a ground from there. I delved into the meaning of the questions. Finally, I reached the meaning of one question, so I could easily reply to him. At the bottom of thoughts.Before I open my mouth start to knot words, he continued

“Where is your mind? Does it fly into the white cumulus? Huh?’’

“Came back here again’’ the strange old man said ironically

“I don’t know what are exact answers to your question, pardon my ignorance, but I think your intention was about the meaning of life; hence, I poetically say

'' Life and WE are like a beautiful and

a sonorous caged bird that is singing

for a love to the birds of passage, and 

a seeming phantasm

is a pipe dream.’’ 


“Wow, a heartfelt view of the significance of Life’’  the strange old man amusingly said. “You can understand everything from love, and if you love someone easily all doors are open to you. Love is the key to all doors of life. Look! when you love someone, you taste being yourself.’’ the strange old man said.

“How?’’ I said.

Again look. I poetically tell you about love and what it means:It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return.But what is more painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let that person know how you are feeling.Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right ones so that when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift...Love is when you take away the feeling, the passion and the romance of a relationship, and find ourselves still care about that passion.

A sad thing in life is when you know someone who means a lot to you, only to find out that in the end it was never meant to be and you just have to let go...When one door of happiness is closed, another will be open.Often, we look at the closed door for a long time, but we don’t see that door which has been opened for us...

The best kind of friend is that one you can just be with; never say a word and then walk away.Yet, you feel that it was the best conversation you've ever had...It is true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it...It is also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives...Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they love you back.Don’t expect love in return...Just wait for it to be grown in their hearts...But if it doesn't, be content it grows in yours!There are things you'd love to hear.

Things that you will never hear from the person you wish to hear from...Don't be so deaf as not to hear it from the one who says it if from their heart…Never say goodbye if you still want to try...Never give up if you still feel you can go on...Never say you don't love anymore if you can't let go...Love comes to those who still hope although they have been disappointed…To those who still believe although they have been betrayed...To those who still need to love although they have been hurt…And to those who have COURAGE and FAITH to build TRUST again...

It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone...But it takes a lifetime to forget someone...Don't go for looks, they can deceive you; don’t go for wealth... even that faces away. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make dark days get bright...I hope you find that someone who makes you smile..... The strange old man masterly said.

“So your poem like my saying’’ I said.

“Say! let’s know it !’’ the strange old man said.

“Eyes have different colours, but the tears are the same colour,’’ I said.

“Mix two colours and produce a new colour.’’ the strange old man philosophised.

When I heard this statement, my all consciousness dropped into thousand thoughts and ideas about it. In the depth of thinking, I asked him  “who are you old man?’’

“You are me and I am you

You are me and I am you …

I meet you eight times in eight thousand years on this citadel.’’ the strange old man said (in far distant low voice).

I woke and I saw the tableau; now it was clear, but I realised who he had disappeared only I remember his last words: “You are me and I am you”

What does “You are me and I am you” mean to me? And by the way, who was this strange old man? His words had strange meanings for love and for life.

“You are me and I am you.’’

 “You are me and I am you.....’’ I said thoughtfully.




By: Barzan Farhad Ali

Nom de plume: Baran

A senior student of Department of English Language and Literature, College of  Foreign Languages, Salahaddin University.

Hawler, Kurdistan


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