08/09/2025
"Binoculars & the beach straw"
A conversation between a binoculars and a bent straw.
OMG! You are damaged and bent. Lean on me. I see your pain clearly. Let my strong armbody help you to stand firmly. Says a standstill black binoculars.
The beach-straw thinks, a helping binoculars? Ah, humans use this one for bird watching in these areas. Hm.. He has good intentions. He doesn't toxidize me to hate the one who tok me and brought me to her room. The one who pretends to like my simple beauty by bending me, taking me away from my family and friends at the beach. Reaches out to help me just here and now? Is it okay to accept it? đ€
The binocular says, "Come on, what do you have to lose?"
The straw: Okay, just for the sake of the kindness that you, particularly you, a binoculars, a non-human, made probably of plastic, glass, textile, and maybe some metals are showing me. I wish and hope that humans could show some respect for lives, and also, for me, a straw from nature. But then both you and I know, you can be used to killing animals and humans too. So, I'm not sure. Hm.. okay. I accept your kindness, even which she will soon put me between some pages. She has at least the kindness of giving me some water before putting me to dry forever.
The binoculars' eyes were zooming inward, and it tried to stop the river of dried tears from falling at his plastic body. He was trying to move for once in its lifetime to give the straw a hug. But it couldn't. It was just shelving.
The straw feels binocular's pain. It notices the sadness in binocular's eyes. It reaches out to binocular. It tried to place its own bent and nearly broken back between binocula's strong arms and leanes on it. Straw, tall with a broken back, try to soothe the binocular's inner cries.
Comforting each other.
In a few minutes, one became more conscious of its own usage, and the other one didn't give into the doubt. They reached an understanding of each other's pain without having any veins.
Long live the humanityâ€ïž
Parissa Hamedan-Nejad
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