They Killed The Rainbow

They killed the Rainbow

Written and translated by: Subhi Nahhas.

Arabic ver were published by: Barra Magazine.

When freedom comes knocking on doors, all demons come out to play to render it into powder, once was dreams maker.

As fire consumes everything comes her way, also, demons always pushing to burn and desiccate all dreams. Removing all possible happiness we could feel from a dream came rushing out from a nightmare’s womb.

Dreams came rushing into my home, Syria, and started infecting all flowers with freedom scent. Leaving them no choice but to explode into “nightmares”.  Everything became unbearable, life, roses and trees’ leaves. The black rainbow they raised killed all colors. Islamic group were infesting the playgrounds of community minds’ pool. All thoughts were shifting, and manifested later into a monstrous prison for JAN.

One day, a video for a gay person was spreading; it was seen as a chance to move their forces into motion and attack the peace we were living in. the video was taken to blackmail the person, and when he refused to comply, it was delivered to those groups.

A full attack force were released to capture the doomed person. Full beards and arms marched to quarantine the infection before spreading; promising to cleanse the city from all “fagot” infections with all means necessary.

Now, the monsters in the prison have a toy to play with, no one heard anything about him for a longtime. However, every day, there were a march to capture another toy. They were torturing him to confess his “crimes”. Toys were accumulating and reached over 30, “you have to be punished and cleansed” they screamed, “pay a fee to God to clean yourselves or stay between these walls”.

Days were counted and fear was growing, they may stone them to death, rape or keep them in. I escaped my town and lost my communications before I see what they might do.

The situation deteriorated and bombardment started in the city, they were released to freedom, but I still wonder if things did not turn out this way and what could have been done to these people!

When your dreams are too lucid, reality comes smashing imagination until you cannot distinguish between what is real and not.

When freedom marched we marched with her, full of hopes, participating in all celebration made to her name. We wanted it since our birth and we understand its value more they could perceive.

Our steps are stained now with innocence’s blood and screams. Most of us, started to look the other way afraid from being put down or prosecuted for who they are.

I wonder who we are now! How they look at us, while we are among them! What they could do if they ever found out!