By: Katia Nassar
The rain was watering the earth. The clouds were carried
along by the wind with great goodness. I, on the other hand,
remained in my place on the shop shelf, waiting for a buyer
that can move me from one situation to another. I miss
freedom. I want to leave this boring place!
My colleague (another eyeglass) said, "Here is a girl
entering the shop!"
I answered her, "I wonder who she is going to choose."
A few minutes later, the salesman showed her different
models. My college and I were eager to know the result.
As she held me in her hands my heart almost exploded while
the seller was asking her not to try another pair. Suddenly,
I lost hope and my usual frustration returned because she
set me aside. After several attempts of looking for a
suitable pair of glasses, she chose my colleague, the pink
I desired at that very moment I was pink in color! Anyhow, I
wish a good and happy life for my colleague. I, on the other
hand, remained in my place that became depressing after my
colleague was gone. What was left was a lonely and gloomy
During the late hours of the night, silence overwhelmed the
place. Pitch blackness was all around me, darkening my
heart. I implored the almighty God to bestow his mercy upon
me and make me move from my strangling world to a spacious
world where I can find freedom, tenderness and love.
The next morning, the sun struck the shop's door. "The storm
seemed to have receded," the shop's owner said as he sipped
his coffee with his neighbor Abu Mohammad who replied,
"Praise be to God in all cases."
Abu Mohammad's words moved my heart like the morning
dewdrops that wash and refresh the face of earth. "Yes,
Praise be to the lord in all cases," I reiterated with Abu
Mohammad. A new hope grew more inside my heat, hoping that
someone will help me someday cross the bridge that will take
me to a better condition.
Later, I heard them talking about some Israeli bombardment
that reached the house of Abu Mohammad at night and hit the
top floor. He explained how the family escaped miraculously
because it was hiding inside the ground floor.
"It looks like I am going to move from my home to another
one. The city is safer than the village," Abu Mohammad said.
At the end of the day that was long and boring as usual, and
after the owner closed his shop and left, I heard a
conversation taking place outside. It said:
- Oh, we are late, the shop is closed.
- Ok, we will return tomorrow.
- Does that mean you are going to stay without glasses the
- I will manage.
It was like two young men having a conversation outside the
shop and I understood from there words that they were going
to return tomorrow.
I spent that night hoping that they will come back and that
I will be the glasses that they will buy and make me leave
In the morning, I waited for them. I did not know why my
heart was attached to them. I was overwhelmed by a strange
feeling that made dream I was going to move today with them
to another world, full of strolls, picnics, and happy times.
I imagined myself on the beach for example, enjoying the
sunlight and the blue waters that extended all the way to
the horizon. Perhaps I will be riding a small boat, riding
the high waves. No, I think I will be on an airplane carried
by the clouds to several distant countries, where there are
wide plains and vast mountains on the edges of cities.
- Oh, there they are, entering the shop.
They seem so young. One of them was wearing sport clothes.
The other one was wearing military boots, which made me
think he was a soldier or a policeman.
The owner of the shop ruled me out and showed other glasses
to one of the two young men. But it did not meet his
satisfaction, hence he offered me to him. I lost hope when
he returned me to the owner. But suddenly, I heard him
saying: - This is the one, it suits me.
I did not believe my ears. At last, I began stepping forward
towards my happy dreams.
He paid the money and left with his friend. On the way, I
heard them setting a date to move at 02:00 pm. As soon as my
new owner reached his home, he set me aside with the rest of
his belongings and entered the kitchen to help his mother
making food. So I returned to my old grief. Why is he
treating me this harshly? We newly met. He should give me
Suddenly the telephone rang. "It is your friend Ibrahim,"
the mother said. "I am coming," her son replied. He ended
the call in a hurry. His mother noticed that he was not
wearing the glasses and asked him, "Did you buy a new pair
of glasses?" Yes, he replied. And he introduced me to his
mother who reminded him of the first glasses that she bought
- Do you remember my beloved son the first glasses?
- Of course my mother.
- It made you look like a doctor.
- This is why I did not like them.
- Since the age of nine you have suffered this condition. Do
you remember how many glasses you lost?
- I do not remember my mother.
- Son, why don't you go ahead with the surgery and save
yourself all the trouble?
- When I finish my next mission I will do the surgery. I
promise you my mother.
The mother bid farewell to her son with great emotions and
compassion that she treasured inside her heart for her son.
He, on the other hand, kissed her hand and departed in a
hurry. My soul almost departed me as he exited. I wondered
about the tenderness that I dreamt off. It has become
reachable for me, but still I cannot reach it. All my rosy
dreams have gone. My owner moved me from a cold shop to a
warm house. However, its warmth cannot touch my cold aching
Suddenly the door was knocked strongly. It was her son. He
returned to take me with him saying to his mother: "The
glasses." I almost fainted from happiness and for hearing
these words. He carried me in a hurry giving his mother a
glance of goodbye, a glance of piety and care with other
secrets that were far from my knowledge.
At the entrance of the building, his friend Ibrahim was
waiting. He initiated saying: "Two thousands ready."
After sometime, we reached a wild area where a group of
people was waiting for us. We all moved forward with slowly
and carefully towards a target that was strange for me. The
place was quiet and lonely with an eccentric silence.
The men reached their anticipated destiny. It was an ancient
olive tree, where green bags are hung inside, camouflaged by
green leafs and branches of the same tree. The place was so
serene. One can only hear birds' songs everywhere coupled
with the murmurs of the running waters of a nearby canal. I
- being amazed - suddenly heard my owner explaining to them
the plan for penetrating the enemy outpost, showing to them
the sides from where they will cross. I wondered who these
As soon as my wondering ended, bombs targeted us from all
sides. Suddenly a great explosion took me away to rest on
top of the olive tree. I looked around and saw my owner
swimming in his blood. I remembered the words of Hajj Abu
Mohammad: "In the morning, the Israeli enemy was shelling
the village." This was the enemy that targeted my owner and
his companions. I heard Ibrahim asking them to spread and
take shelter away from the bombardment.
After the shelling stopped, the companions of my owner came
to carry his body. One of them collected his belongings that
scattered all over the place. I thanked God because he
looked up and brought me down from the tree and gave me with
the rest of the belongings to his mother who as soon as she
saw the blood on me (the glasses) she began crying for her
son and murmured saying: "Now you can rest from your
eyeglass forever my son."
I, on the other hand, was no longer a colorless and aimless
eyeglass. I was stained with a sanguineous color and what
became of me was a precious item of memories that I can be
proud of for the rest of my life.