What women want…

You hate me when I'm happy
You hate me when I'm sad
You hate me when I'm calm
And also when I get mad

You hate me when I'm gloomy
You hate me when I'm joking
You hate the men who smoke
And you hate me for not smoking

You hate me when I'm silent
You hate me when I talk
Even before I speak
You act as if I spoke

You hate the way I drive
You hate the way I walk
You hate me when I'm rich
You hate me when I'm broke

You hate me when I laugh
You'll hate me if I cry
Now you hate that I'm alive
You'll hate me when I die

You hate when I appear
You hate it when I hide
You hate me when I'm near
Yet you want me by your side

You hate me coz I'm thin
And you'd hate me if I'm fat
For you think I'm made of tin
I'm your worthless doormat

You're asking me to change
And even if I do
I know I'll find myself
Still not good enough for you

Well, let me tell you baby
A fact that may seem new
I feel, I breathe, I love
We, men, are humans too

So please try to accept me
And forgive me or forget
Don't try to customize me
What you see is what you get

You're still planning to change me
Even though you know you won't
Deep inside you, you're unable
To achieve what women want

D

"Do you know many letters begin with the letter D? How important is this letter? And why are these questions jumping into my mind?".

He asked himself these questions as soon as he woke up, he had no instant answer, but as he started his morning rituals, things started to become clearer, and while sipping his morning coffee he began writing down his thoughts.

Dedication

"Dedicated to D. You know yourself".

Dream

"Dream. That's the most important D word, isn't it? At least it's the most important for me. I had two dreams last night. Two strange dreams not related to each other, that suddenly came out of the blue for no apparent reason. One of them was a happy dream. The other was ugly, you can call it a nightmare if you will".

Death

"The first dream can be called a nightmare. Yes, death was never a beautiful dream, whether you dream of your own death, or the death of someone close. The only time I feel happy about death dreams is when I meet my dead relatives and friends. This is the only place where I can see them, whenever we meet they are usually happy and smiling, even though I cry sometimes because I know it's a dream and they are dead, and I don't know when I will see them again".

Dave

He hasn't heard from Dave for a long time, maybe two years now. The last time he saw him, the man threw a bunch of his silk ties on the staircase, urging him and his cousins to take all of them while leaving. The last thing he heard about Dave was a few months ago, that he was very sick.

Drunk

"I can't remember the last time this man was sober. I always saw him drunk, and I didn't laugh like the others did, because I knew that he is not happy about the life he chose, but now it was too late to have another choice. It was a one way ticket".

Divorce

Failure to have a stable life leads to failure at work, and thus failure in social life, which leads to divorce. Two divorces, ending up alone at this age is nothing to be proud of. Dying alone is something to worry about.

Debt

No job, no life, too many expenses. Living on the edge. Hiding from debts. Many favors forgotten. Now people only remember how much he owes them. The intellectual man who could talk to you about art, literature, music, architecture, history, politics, and even fashion, but he could never have a stable job.


Disappearance

"It's expected from this man to disappear from time to time. I wouldn't blame him. Somehow he reminds me of many people I've met, including me. We all have our way to disappear when we need to. Some of us literally disappear, hiding from everyone they know, others disappear inside themselves, hiding their real personality, some wish to disappear but they are never able to".

Disease

Drinking, divorce, debt, disappearance, a lethal combination. The man is very sick now.

Dead body

"The first dream was a summary of all of the above. I knew in the dream that Dave is dead. He died alone as expected. I looked at his dead body covered all over with white bed sheets. I screamed to wake myself up. I kept screaming. And when I opened my eyes I found myself in a strange room, thousands of miles away from home, away from my cozy room".

Distance

After he woke up from the nightmare, he tried to sleep again. And when he closed his eyes, the second dream was beautiful. He missed that feeling of having a happy dream and waking up smiling, expecting a lovely day. He longed for that moment for months.

He was far away from everything and everyone he loved. Dreams were his escape, but he seldom had a happy dream.

Danielle

"She came out of nowhere, she just stood there smiling. I could clearly see her beautiful dark wide eyes that I loved, and her graceful figure I'd always longed to hold in my arms. She came closer, we held hands. I could feel my heart smiling. I said 'Why don't you marry me', and before she replied I woke up, smiling and remembering her smile, wondering if and when I will ever see her again. I wondered and hoped".

Document

And as he started his document with the same letter, so was the end. D.