Sea Man
I talked today with one of my very old friend who is a sea man, he is a friend of my childhood, I wished him with blessings of Haj and Eid, I asked him about his job as currently he is sailing in Nigeria, suddenly he burst up and asked me he don't want to go back to sea any more, he is horrified by sea now, as by his words "There is no love, there is only fu***** water, I hate that life, I am all alone, I have no one to talk to, no fu***** internet, nothing to interact to anyone, I wait for days to reach the land, and make a call back home, do you call it a life, I earn money, but for whom?, I never ever spend them, khaled you don't know what I go through, you don't know how i feel, I keep my self busy, make my self tired to death, so I don't have to think before I go to sleep"......
I asked my self, “Do you call your self lonely?”...
Life is all about choices…
I asked my self, “Do you call your self lonely?”...
Life is all about choices…