Writing Feedback / Feed Your Soul; first trip by plane - give me your impression on the essay [NEW]

Feed your Soul...get satisfaction

It was my first trip by plane. I did the best within my power to conceal my anxiety in front of my mum, but it seemed that my eyes betrayed me once again. Upon that, she opened the zipper of my shirt's pocket, put a small Quran in it, closed the zipper, and pushed it gently with her blessed palm closer to my throbbing heart. In turn, I held her hand tightly and kissed it twice and trice. On the plane, and Before setting off, I performed ablutions, chose a seat that is near to the window and started reciting silently some invocations and Quranic verses, getting myself ready spiritually to meet my destiny in case the plane was hijacked or crashed. Alias, all my psychological prepertions went with the wind. A blond and lustful girl came and threw her body on the seat next to me. She was almost nude with only a rag covering the significant hot zones in her titillating body. Her outfits, if I may call them so, gave me the impression that she missed the steambath with the airport. A flow of ideas sprung to my mind and what exacerbated the situation is the fact that she saluted me as she was one of the spinsters in my neighbourhood.

Of course, I saluted her back with a coy smile, but concisely and paused. My rude behaviour means neither I am prudish nor I wanted to turn her down nor I am a misogynist. Instead, I thought that for a reciprocal conversation to take place, eyes should meet as a manifestation of attentiveness while I was damn sure that I would not be able to control the movements of my pupils that will sway away from their normal direction that is the eyes of the addressee to those aformentioned hot zones. Thus, I lowered my gaze and went in a deep mediation, thinking that only a look at her might be enrolled as a sin in a time and place that are too fragile to load more heaviness. I knew that I behaved so weird, but it was my first trip by plane. Upon she lost any hope to drag me into a dialogue to break that suffocating boredom, she moved downword, pulled from her satchel a book that, later, I will know that it was a magazine. Immediately, it sprung to my mind the inculcated belief that Westerners are good readers unlike us though God's first words to us was "Read"; however, I always say that If you believe everything you read better not to read; so, it is not read, but what to read. I was ardent and estremely curious to explore what she was reading and after frequent peeks at the magazine, I was shocked to discover that she was wading over a porn mags where photos of nudity were littered in the mags from cover to cover. The girl's body alone activated my libido let alone along with the bodies, I mean photos, in her magazine. I tried to feign sleeping, but in vain; the indelible photos were stuck in the treshold of my mind. I thought a lot to move to another seat, but I found it a pert and unpolite behaviour. " if only I opened a conversation with her, it would have distracted her from this scandal" I was soliloquizing. I decided finally to talk to her otherwise my head would burst out of futile thinking, with my forefinger, I tapped gentely her shoulder and inquired "It seems that such magazines appeal to you...?!!". She replied "Of course, I like them very much. They are my cup of tea...". I was flabbergasted and extremely shocked at the her unexpected answer; therefore, with my mouth wide open out of surprise, I turned my cremson face towards the window and stuck it there for some minutes till I came to myself. " So you buy a lot such kind of mags". "A lot, a lot.. I almost accumulated a library out of it" She said as she was talking about buying... clothes or.. food and drinks. "don't you think that it is offensive and embarrassing to be addicted to such ...". "No, no, no at all. While wading over such a magazine, I feel so comfortable and physically refreshed ..." she objected. After a moment thinking, I inquired in a calm and magical manner "do you buy books to refresh your mind, the same as you do to refresh your body". "..what!" she interjected then added with a frowning face "Yes I do, but...seldom"; then, I said " I am afraid that you missed to refresh something else" " what is it?" she asked "your soul". " soul!!? What do you mean?" She asked eagerly "Yes soul...All of us, human beings, feed our bodies to be phisycally healthy, some are feeding their minds to be intellectually healthy, but rare who feed their souls to be spiritually satisfied".

Graduate / An Infallible Partner (he is in the forties and hasn't married yet) - give me your impression [4]

An Infallible Partner

He is in the forties and hasn't married yet. Don't have it wrong; Financially and biologically he is healthy, but psychologically...I doubt. He has no hard feelings with the other gender nor a vice in his disposition; in stark contrast, he is intellectual and enjoys a great sense of humour. My friend is grubbing for a flawless and infallible wife...that all. For years, he had been googling for a girl whose affictive, cognitive and biological traits match the picture of the future and the perpetual partner that he had pleasurably been envisioning. Only last year, he had been in a half-a year auspicious relationship with a well-bred and very beautiful girl to the extent that I tried to fetch elegant and luxurious outfits to wear in memorial of my friend's wedding occasion, but all my expectations fell short as he decided to walk out on her, and his insipid execues were that she had some scars on her arms a well as she puts on a pair of glasses... Listening to his nonsense execuses really nauseates me and I got damn sure that his hankring after perfectionism is a sympthom of a hopeless disease. Another girl he abondoned after a long time of dreams and promises and his plea was that her hobbies were totally different from his. Yesterday, he told me that his latest relationship has failed too, but this time his execuse was extremely cogent and worth musing on. He said with downcast eyes "she turned me down...! she was looking for an infallible partner".

...Ciao

Writing Feedback / The defametory Cartoons; Beyond Freedom of Speech - insightful suggestions [2]

I bet that you are aware of the latest libellous cartoons that targeted the prophet muhamed ( peace and blessings be upon him).. i need your insightful suggestions in this essay that i wish it to be a proper shield to protect our most admired and revered prophet in a defending compaign

The defametory Cartoons...Beyond Freedom of Speech

History has witnessed a proliferation of crises that were or made superficially cultural or political, but in essence, they were economically motivated. To mention but a few, piles of books have been published and countless programs have been launched to emphasize the belief that the war on Afganistan and Iraq were conducted to serve some giant and influential petroleum companies in the West through having an iron grip on the most significant zones of petrol as well as favouring some of the heftiest and sadist companies of weapons such as General Motors, Bush Master, West Control Specialist...With this undeclared aims deeply born in mind, terms of spreading dimocracy, human rights, freedom of speech, terrorism strife, disrooting dictatorship remain a mere way of camouflage for suspicious aims. In brief, the whole world policy is being ran by some companies through wielding influence on the local governments. In the same vein, Danish companies which supply the whole world with the most needed and significant medicine that is "Ansoline", have grasped this conspiracy theory and went the whole hog. I bet that the printing of the insulting cartoons are instigated and sponsored by those companies because they sought that our anguish and pain caused by those hurting cartoons is a fertile opprtunity to invest in and exploit. Of course, getting nervous as a natural and sincere reaction toward those cartoons either increase or decrease the amount of sugar in the Muslim diabetics which is a not-to-be-sneezed at opprtunity for medical companies to export more medical products to cover the escalating demands for Ansoline in the islamic World. I hope that I have brought you around to my point and that you sense with me that we are living in a harsh and materialistic war where all sorts of weapons are permissible for use, and boycotting the danish product is not a smart weapon to safeguard our revered prophet; instead, Before boycotting the danish products let's try to boycot our anger and pain that give our enemies a gleeful and sadistic pleasure.

...Ciao

Writing Feedback / the death boat speaks [4]

I will be so pleased having your insightful suggestions and grammatical touches in correcting some mistakes and errors in this essay.

The Death Boat Speaks

After a long time of tracing and struggle, lately, we could find a way out to conduct an interview with the most ravenous, heftiest and the most wanted creature in this nation. We talk here about the death boat.

Question: With no introductory greetings. Your existence between us today is a disgrace for us. Any way, it seems that you are always busy and we are too lucky to snatch these couple of minutes from you to conduct this interview with you. Isn't it?

Answer: Well, I'd like, before answering your ironic question, to express my disappointment for the way you hosted me that doesn't reflect my respectful status and value that I enjoy within a large tier of Moroccans. Therefore, any kind of misbehaviour towards me is a humiliation for those who appreciate me, those who long for my priceless services, those who regard me as their onliest hope to proceed in life, and those who dream day and night to ride me towards the never-never land. Back to your question, I and my fellow boats have consecrated ourlives for our work. We don't have holidays, any leisure except when the weather is terrible and not conducive. In fact, we are up to our ears. My services are highly recommended and the favours that I offer are hailed for. Also, the desperate circumstances in this distressed nation contribute a lot to the flourish of my commerce. And you can notice the evidence, my phones doesn't stop ringing. My email box receives tens of emails from people all over Morocco and elsewhere, asking to make their dreams come true. My devotion to my work makes me glad and self-satisfied as my mission is a noble one. I rescue people from the heart of darkness to the light; from bitter pessimism to a reviving optimism, from frustration to hope for a new tomorrow, that what makes me spare every minute for my noble mission.

Question: How can you be cocky and self-satisfied while you are accused of murdering thousands of Moroccans, throwing them as meals for sharks in the Mediterranean and the Atlantic?

Answer: take it or lump it, I am the emblem of innocence. And I have my cards to bring you round to my point. My mission is displaying favours and services only. I do not force them to resort to this kind of immigration. They seek me out of their free will after being objects of the merciless whips of wrath, and oblivion. Therefore, I'm innocent. Instead, the finger of accusation should be pointed to those who are the avatar of this country. I mean those who are involved in a way or another in pushing our desperate sons to seek my help. Thus, I plead with you to rid yourself out of these half-baked ideas and insipid excuses and be insightful and critical in addressing or accusing the real culprits. To stay here or immigrate is not a matter of choice, hope for the change, or seeking a welfare state as it is circulated by newspapermen and pimps in TVs, rather it is a matter of dignity, pride, and more, it is a matter of existence. Either Life or death. We are invented by needy Moroccans, for the needy Moroccans and to the needy Moroccans. In short, "Need is the Mother of invention"

Question: Could you introduce yourself to us and to those who don't know you?
Answer: (he laughs) Thanks to the miserable status of the Moroccans, my fame has reached every nook and corner not only in this country but in the south Sahara countries. But out of modesty and humbleness, I shall introduce myself in few words. My name is the death boat and I have got other names such as Floka, Zodiak...etc. I was born in Moroccan shores. Wrath is my father, son of oppression and slackness. Crisis is my mother, daughter of corruption. I grew in a predicament called "political failures", dedicated, since early times, to get the riches richer and the poor poorer. I am a post graduate in Illegal Immigration Studies; option "Brain Drain". Currently, I am the Head of the prohibited National Association of Means of Illegal Immigration that include not only the boats but buses, planes, lorries... and I seize this opportunity to announce that new means have adhered to our Association such as working contracts in Spain, Visas, the American Green Card. These means, though being lawful, become one of our major allies to improve the performance of our Association. I'd like also to add the marriages either from within the family members or via chatting on the net that become the salient strategy to get there safe and sound. It doesn't matter how the wife, her family, her reputation, her religion, profession is. The only condition asked for is nationality par excellence. It really impinges on me when I see a handsome young Moroccan male sacrificing the flower of his youth with an American or European hug whose weight could surpass the weight of the groom's entire family. Isn't this another way of a slow suicide.

Question: What future that you look forward especially if you know that some voices pledged to destroy and burn you?
Answer: It is true that we face many constraints that hinder the flow of our activities. However, we are not worried to the extent to give up as we have our fiendish strategies to avoid such kind of restrictions. As you know money does miracles. As for those meeting and conferences that aim at destroying and burning us, we believe that they are merely tricks and manoeuvres to sip and alleviate the anger of the host countries in Europe and nothing but that; Simply, because this is not the solution. To cure this phenomenon, those hypocrites should start by tackling the causes and the roots not the branches and the consequences of the problem. To say the least, any kind of restrictions or constraints, before being against us, it is against the nation implicit interests and the public utility. Just be insightful and you will get my point.

Question: How come?!! Could you please elaborate more on this point?
Answer: Of course, by helping people reach the never-never land or die between the raging waves we are offering the government a great favour that is going to be written in history. As you know, this national institution's, since independence, all promises and actions fell short of claiming. The government proved to be unable to offer appropriate living conditions for its people. Hence, our intervention is urgently sought to help lessen the escalating number of desperate voices that beg for only a crumb of bread, a pill, a job, and hovel. Since I started this work, I have been carrying people of different races, males, and females, old, young, kids, handicapped and the likes. People of different educational levels; Doctorate holders, post graduates, graduates, illiterates... Aren't these people a heavy burden on the government?!! Whose only analytical treatment of the problem is another heavy licking in front of the parliament? Thus, being heavy on each other, one should part, leaving his place to the other. This is the bitter conclusion reached lately after a long time of self-resistance and hesitation.

Question: in your opinion, what is the main impulse that leads our sons to immigrate in such a risky way?
Answer: It is clear more than crystal that the major element that led to the prosperity of our trade is poverty and scarcity in everything in this country. Scarcity is the motor that pushes people to seek refuge in Europe and leave this distressed nation. Scarcity is the title. It is not confined to the financial side but pertains to all the phases of life in this country.

Question: What we know is the fact that people immigrate because of financial problems?
Answer: You are totally mistaken. Our long and experience in our association made us learn that there types and categories of scarcity and poverty that are the reasons for our trade's boom and flourish. Scarcity takes many forms and prevails on different domains. There is scarcity in life opportunities. Scarcity in fairness and quality, scarcity in democracy, scarcity in independence, scarcity in education, scarcity in nationalism, scarcity in faith, scarcity in quality, in freedom of expression, shortage in water, medicine, transportation and the examples are legion. This is the conclusion we drew after a long and close interaction and identification with immigrants from different walks of life in our association.

Question: How do you feel when you see in the national media the way the authorities welcome our immigrants at their arrival home in summers?

Answer: Though the difficulties and the risks we face during our work, we finally find our spiritual solace in that national event. We feel happy and proud because our efforts and ceaseless endeavours haven't gone awry. Each year, we ponder on the results and the fruits of our work. I'd like to offer my warm greetings to the authorities that yearly crown our efforts and legitimate our activities through either this warm hospitality or the organization of festivals, and concerts for their beloved guests who, without our help, would have been in the oblivion like the wretches in here. They are welcomed this way not for the sake of their eyes or the countries they come from, rather it is for the hard currency they bring with them. For the exchanges and the investments they carry in their homeland. We, death boats, have a great role in the improvement of the national economy since thanks to us those immigrants set foot there and therefore come overloaded with money and projects. All the fuss and commotion created by the government and other institutions are merely a show and another phase of a rank hypocrisy enshrined in law, as the proverb goes "The end justifies the means". As they sniff the smell of the Euros, they wink at the way how that money was brought here. It doesn't matter if the money is legal or illegal. Both of them are the same in the eyes of greed, selfishness, and dismal ignorance.

Question: Finally, thank you death boat, but if you have a word to say or a message to deliver the floor is yours.
Answer: Thank you, my first word is for the government. If you are not able to guarantee your people's dignity and the simplest of livings, step back and hand over responsibility to those who can afford. Don't forget that you have done the same in other domains and you let them being run by the private sectors? We firmly believe that this phenomenon of immigration before serving people, it furthers you as a government in a way or another. My second word is for the host countries, we are aware of an economic truth that any community that has less than 300 millions persons within its borders won't achieve the expected economic, industrial and agricultural progress. They sensed the importance of the proverb "United we stand, divided we fall" that led to the foundation of the European Union. It is a matter of existence no more no less. My third message is for the wretches, the vagrants, and the unlucky, desperate and distressed people. I tell them that sooner or later time will smile upon them. If it is not through a safe and guaranteed means then they are more than welcome in our association. To say the least, keep optimistic and never lose hope. Rid yourselves out of grief and sorrow, and look forward to an auspicious tomorrow.

Tell whoever has sorrow
Grief shall never last
Just as joy has no tomorrow
Woe is bound not to last.
....Ciao

Graduate / Sparking Wisdom; I deeply treasure every moment I spend with kids - correct some mistakes [2]

Sparking Wisdom

I deeply treasure every moment I spend with kids. I admire their innocent actions, their spontaneous behaviours and their sparking wisdom. I vividly remember that it was Ramadan, a month in which Muslims fast from sunrise till sunset, obedient to their God's instructions. One day afternoon, I got out of the house accompanied by my two little nieces: Wissal of 4 years old and Nada of 6 years old. I took them to a nearby garden where they could play freely and noisely without being upraided and scorned by those thirsty and hungry ones in the house. At the threshold of the garden and once the girls spotted out their peers, they left my hand and ran faster than a cyclone to join their friends. There was a mist in front of my eyes, I cleaned my glasses once and twice, but to no avail; the mist was caused by hunger and thirst. Thus, I threw my exhausted body on a cement chair that would allow me surveilling the children while playing. They were very energetic and active. They were moving briskly and indefatigably, jumping nimbly from place to another, and talking ceaselessly. In a certain time while mediating on them, I envied them their peaceful intentions and their childhood. Peculiarly, I realized that Nada was not in shape. She was performing badly in all the games they chose to play. She was wobbling and hardly could restore her equilibrum. Close to my chair, there was a humble, yet decorated table where a myriad of sweeties, gums, cookies and the likes were displayed in a splendid manner. I bought some sweeties and cookies and beckoned to Nada who had already given up from playing to sitting on a chair shaded by a palm tree.

" What's up sweetie? Is there some thing that hurts you?" I probed for understanding.

"No uncle! nothing.. nothing" surely, she refrained from saying.

"Tell me, where is the pain? Here..here...or here" I said while pointing to different parts in her body. Finally, I uncovered the biscuit and handed to her.

"No uncle!! I must not eat .. I am fasting" she said with utter firmness and surprising eyes. I was flabbergasted by her reactionary and wisely tone to which I replied " Really!! This is amazing..who told you to fast".

" My dad. He told me that Muslims must fast from sunrise till sunrise so as to go the paradise" she explained.

" Look dear.. that for the old... like me and your parents...but for chidren like you, and your friends it is not obligatory. So, eat this biscuit and drink this cup of water and then join your friends and I promise not to tell your father and mother that you ate. Is it ok?"

"No, it is not ok uncle" she rolled at me
"Why dear?" I inquired gently.
"Because I am not fasting for the sake of my father and mother...I am fasting for the sake of Allah"

Undergraduate / Karim, an American girlfriend and more - help with my admission essay [4]

Karim did not stop hammering my mind, telling me about his American girlfriend that he came across in a chatting bog. At first, I thought that it was merely a passing fad that may offer my desperate friend a couple of sugar-coated days, full of rosy dreams in a predicament where all the wholesome flowers were choked up, and nothing but weeds could thrive. Yet, I discovered that I was wronging him; His Yankee lover is paying him a visit this week; therefore, he declared a contingency plan and some radical modifications in the way we were leading our life. He withdrew a bulky red book, took a piece of paper from inside and told me "This is the new constitution that we should abide with from now on". I interupted him "Who told you that I am in need to a new constitution and at least you should have consulted me before setting these rules because I pay the same as you pay which gives me the right to have my say on every matter in this house". He replied "We don't have time to apply democracy here. I have the right to dictate my own modifications because hosting an American girlfriend is a matter of urgency".

Throughout the university life, we, together, have been subsidizing a room, food and drink, electricity and water and the likes. we used to stay up harping zealously about Marxism and lénenism and the effect was crystal clear on the way we were leading our daily miserable life. University circumstances threw us in the laps of communism and while I held a neutral stance, my roommate imbided its culture and went the whole hog. We were sharing the polluted air, the bare bread, the yellowish books, the rotten food. What was mine was implicitly his and vice versa. We were exchanging our tattered attires and cheap ciggies. In a certain time, I was thinking if we can contribute in the expansion of communism with another bill that authorizes sharing the same girl, stipulating certain nationalities. Obseessed with this hope I replied "Ok, I pleasurably welcome our American friend, I will do the best within my power to make on her the impression that we are very kind and hospitable; I will raise the flags as we do in the national celebrations in camomorial for her arrival. Don't worry, I will honor you with the condition that you can enjoy her during the day and leave her to me at night. Isn't this the epitome of communism?" Karim burst out of laugh and said "Communism has its limits son and if you wade through the first section in the new constitution you will discover that it forbids you to spend the nights in this room as long as Catherine is here" . I commented " Is this what you were working on! so call it another thing, but a constitution because you are favouring a foreigner at the expense of the native, and your personal interest at the expense of your partner, so fuck today's laws that sacrifices its people for the amusement of an American; laws that turf and chuck its people out on the street like tramps for the sake of a harmful guest to revel and whoop in my room and wallow in my bed" he replied smoothing my anger " Don't have it all wrong; I won't be vicious and brutal with you to this extent. For your lodging, I have sorted the problem with our friends in the nearby room to host you as a refugee at nights and you are free to stay here as long as you wish during the day time. For the payment of this month's utilities, it will be on my account. Regarding the money I owe you, I will relinquish and blink at them if only you approve and admit the new constitution". I replied with downcast eyes "It seems that you have decided on everything as a proffesional authoritarian and all what you are seeking now is the execution" I sighed deeply and resumed. "Give me the paper... give me". Unlike I, he talked with confidence "I don't want to be obsessed by another thing, but Catherene. So, I will charge you with shopping, cooking and cleaning and from time to time keep flattering me and make on her the impression that I am a gallant and genteel man. Also do your utmost to enliven and invigorate our discussions with charming words and sweet speeches" suddenly, he raised his voice as he remembered something crucial " I warn you not to shift to those sterile discussions about American war on Iraq, and its stance on the Iranian nuclear projets or the zionist lobby in the American administartion. Any way, , I elaborated enough on this point in the third chapter. Please do have a look at".

I replied " In brief, you want me as a servant who cares for you and your guest, as an animatator who inspires your days and a hypocrite who covers scandals with sugar-coated words".

karim said trying to mollify me "Come on man! Don't be very sensitive. Things have changed chap. It is right that I believe in communist prinsiples which doesn't mean that I am against some liberal creeds. It is a harsh world where ideologies ally with each other to guarantee their existence. Remember that if you look only on one direction, your neck will be stiff". He jumped to his desk and beckoned me "Rid yourself of those worries and come here to have a look at these posters". There were two giant posters showing the beauty and loveliness of nature, six photos of some American celeberties and some wise and inspirational sayings of some Western figures. He added "We will pin them around the walls instead of those" He said while pointing to some photoes of Chi Guevara, Staline, Marx, Martin Luther King, Abdelkrim Elkhatabi, Ghandi...For all these personalities, we were favouring sustaining hunger so that we could afford to buy their photos for inspiration and their books for knowledge.

"This is called changing the coat man! It is the the same as that anonymous fan who had been supporting FC Barcelona and, overnight, he turned to be a hooligan for Real Madrid" I was mourning.

"Look my friend, Necessity is the mother of invention; Moreover, hosting a Westerner in our room is an opportunity not to be sneezed at to show the real image of our country and correct those erronous prejudices. We have to act and react in a honorable manner and show profuse respect and utter understanding at least in front of her. Take off this scowl and frown and put on a lovely smile. We should behave as people of modernity, romance and prestige. We should make on her that we are entrovert, civilized and tolerant enough to interact with foreigners and integrate into their community. Your discussion with her should focus only on the friendly and historic relationships between our great nations, the lovely spirit of the Moroccans and the American people who have nothing to do with their country's policy. Talk about Moroccan culture: our delicious dishes, our fascinating traditional female outfits, our touristic sights and cities. I hope you got it".

"I thank God that I need not to wear a jellaba and a tarbouch, bow before your princess and after kissing her golved hand I have to stand motionless by the wall wearing a bleak smile...". I chipped in

He started feverishly applying his own modifications. After altering the position of the furniture in the room, he collected all our tattered outfits, can them in cartons and hide beneath our beds. Then, he moved to the cupboard and scraped some books that he thought will have a great deal in reavealing his true character and therefore thwart his hopes to go to the never-never land. Then, he started replacing those books with others of different languages about feminism, democracy, freedom, women's rights, love...and arrange them along with some Western CDs in a splendid way in the cupboard. Karam was infamous for his slackness and complacency. He had never been in such enthusiasm and activeness. His mood changed upside-down the same as his beliefs. He was moving nimbly and briskly from corner to another: adjusting this and fixing that. Many ideas were springing to my mind while karam was moving as a bee. I was speculatiing lamentably on how beliefs change and how behaviour alter. How a person gives up everything he has been cherishing for decades to embrace another thing he has been struggling against to delight another person that he has a smathering of him. It must be of a wholesome power! Is it generosity or profuse hospitality? It is neither this, nor that. It is fecklessnes.

I was thinking deplorably how that Yankee girl whose country has been decieving the whole world and rape them, would be dragged off from far away and ravished by Karim. I was thinking how that Yankee girl who has been raising herself majestically and vauntingly as the most civilized, powerful and superior creature on earth, will raise her legs in a servile manner to karim's shoulders as the most vile and base of girls. I found in these ideas some spiritual solace, and thus I felt a tickling happiness rolling in my inner world as our army have vanquished the unvanquishable. Why not being pleased! My intimate friend is on the verge of denuding the world's first power of its clothes of haughtiness and egotism. Karim is about to trample upon the Americans' dignity and retaliate and avenge their unpermited military trespasses and political intrusions My dear friend is about to defame the greatest power in the world without weapons of mass destruction or all those cross-continental missiles. It is only one missile, a biological one made of flesh and blood. I felt an unprecedented happiness leaking in my chest and unconsciously I stood up smilingly and dismissed for a week leaving my friend to enjoy his Yankee to his heart's content.