I was born, I was raised. I learned, I grew. Yet I was adopted. I was adopted into the royal family of Surada. Surada is a country on the Globe. It is located east of Mashara and West of Tamarie. To the North there is Zuraah and to the South, the sea. Well i was adopted into the royal family of Surada. and I was raised in Surada.. I learned and grew in Surada. I was going to rule Surada one day.... Surada was a nice place.. like the surrounding Countries, Surada had its own 'flair'. Mashara was known for their red sandy beaches. Tamarie was known for their dense forests. Zuraah was known for their import and export trade and the sea was known for being blue. So very blue.. Beautiful blue. And I was going to, one day, rule Surada. But the problem was that I didn't really care all that much for Surada. I understood how the other had their own joys but I was not happy in Surada. But I was going to rule. I began thinking. 'What can I do? I do not like it here too much.. I was adopted... I do not completely like this culture and I will rule one day. How will I be able to rule a country I do not fully enjoy myself'? And so I began to conspire. I conspired and there was only 1 way. If I was to rule, I would need to have Surada the way I wanted it. Surada would have to be the way I liked it. And so, I thought. And I conspired. I looked around my ivory home. It had all the decorations of, well, let's say royalty. It was lavish but not quite how I would have made it. I saw many things that could be changed. For first. The gold entrance to the home was way over the top! Who wants to walk on such a gold thing to enter a home... I mean, won't the others think that I was being 'high minded'? That gold groundwork would definitely have to be taken out.. And so I looked around. Around the hallway, I saw little Bim pop around the corner. Bim was also part of the Royal family but he was only still in grade school.. I was over the age of highschool graduation and Bim to me was like a little person who would walk this way and that way and this way. He always seemed to be to himself.. after all.. he was still in gradeschool. He and I, well, we were years, decades, apart. He came around the corner... 'Hey, Mashif. What's going on', he asked. I knew he was going to ask that. He always asked silly questions. What's going on? I'm right here and I see you and you see me and you ask, what's going on? To me this was silly. But he was still in gradeschool so I understood. 'Not too much Bim', I told him. I left him aside and walked down the hallway and turned a right. I knew I was out of his sight.
As I layed in bed that night, I looked at the ceiling. I kept thinking to myself. What am I going to do? i will one day rule. But this is not a country I am content in.. Besides, I am adopted. I am not even a Suradaean. I knew after I turned 19 that I was adopted. The Royal head told me. I was informed.. I was okay. I had to be okay.. I was breathing. What could I have done? Reenter into my mother's womb and be born again? No.. So I had to be okay. Slowly the soft night air crept into the window and I smelled that familiar Surada evening smell. It smelt like air. A little damp air with the fragrance of space. Space to freely fly where it wanted. It must have flown over the Western forest today. I smelled a bit of that forest in the scent that night. And I could also smell the river it crossed. Oh.. that river.. It was a nice river. Not too broad... Not too swift. Not dirty, Not clean.. It was a river. And so in the air that night I smelled the forest and the river. They had joined again that evening... And I was its audience, again. I folded my arms behind my head and began thinking. Okay... wind... Yes... You are wonderfully scented. A little pass over the flower fields wouldn't have hurt. Yes wind.. You are wonderfully not to be discarded. Yes wind... When.... if... I become ruler, i will keep you in my will. And as I thought that - the wind passed on.. The wind left.. in a quiet escape.. I didn't know how it did but it did... I looked around my room for the wind, but I could not find it. It had escaped but I knew it was happy. The wind had left. The wind no longer my company. The wind sought another to entertain. And so I began to think again. In the quietness of the room, the lack of wind, the movement of air outside the open window, I thought. I saw the stars from my bed. 'twinkle twinkle little star'. Stars do twinkle.. Planets, I heard, did not.. And as I looked, the star twinkled at me. Twinkle twinkle. .. pause. twinkle. Just like the wind, the star was seeking someone to entertain. Twinkle Twinkle... And i remembered again. I got out of bed and went to the window. I bowed my head... I lifted my head, looked upward and said a prayer. To my God. To God. To God, not only my God. But to God.. I had said I would keep the wind in my will. And the star was helping the wind to stay in my will... if i was going to become ruler of Surada. The stars alluded, to me, as like tiny little diamond chips that God would drop or place upon HIS Kingdom's floor for us, the Earthlings, so that we could see HIS diamonds twinkling from afar. And each Diamond was truly precious. I wondered... do the Holy Angels in Heaven who probably have influence over the twinkling of the little diamond chips upon the floor of Heaven's Home have more concern towards the wind or towards me. After all, the last twinkling was so that I would keep the wind in my will... if... I became ruler of Surada. And I also wondered. Did that wind have more concern with me or with Surada? Oh Surada, Surada. How I love thee... But how I would love thee even more if you were more like me, Oh Surada... And one day, maybe, I will teach you how to be more like me. The one whose name I will change upon need.
And with that I closed my eyes.. I wondered to God... what if.. what if I become ruler and I change Surada into my liking.... From my Royal History lessons, I learned all about Surada. It was a duty for future rulers to learn of the history. And daily, I would spend hours learning of Surada. It seemed as if the Counsellers were trying to fix the history into my brain.. 'I'm only human', I said to them once.. They laughed, they chuckled, they giggled. But I don't think they understood. They just chucked and giggled.. and laughed. And so daily I was being 'drilled' into having the history of Surada fixated into my brain... I didn't mind it at first, but soon it began being a chore. Why were they fixing the history of Surada so much? Why? What purpose can that serve? One day I got the nerve to go to the Head Counsellers office. 'Sir Mour?', I politely questioned. 'Yes'? 'I was wondering if I may ask a question'. 'Certainly Mashif. I would have no other way but for you to ask questions'. even that was silly to me. Why would he have it no other way than for me to ask questions? Did he not like my statements? 'Well, Sir Mour... I was wondering... what is the purpose of such repetitive history lessons of Surada? What purposes do they serve', I asked. Sir Mour looked down upon his dark Cedar desk, looked up, took away his monocle and seemed a bit distraught. He looked up to me and with sad concerned eyes let out a breath before proceeding. 'The lessons are for you, Mashif. They are so you can know what Surada is so that when you become ruler you may rule it well, Mashif'. I felt a bit embarrassed, almost as if I was beginning to flush. 'Oh, I see', I said. 'Now I understand' I said, and walked away.. Although I had not realized this, Sir Mour did. I had left his company without properly bidding a parting.
Although I was heir to the throne of Surada, I still had reservations. I had reservations to how Surada should be.
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