The door on the left, The door on the right

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I’m Sina … Father of a crippled child, who looks at a cold corpse of a woman who used to be her mother but now is the tomb of a naked dagger that shines from the dim light of the moon through the smokes of my cigarettes!

I’m Sina , a man on the top of the Alpes, sampling the regional soil for two years to monitor slightest variation of Sodium. Apparently it gonna affect global cool-down 15 years from now and some idiots pay me to research on that while they make your way through Tenure exam and I through avalanche!

I’m Sina, a cashier at the Timmy’s with a bullet lying somewhere in his head and a note by his side saying “I dunno where, what went wrong”!

I’m Sina, a junky with a roll of joint in his hand sitting in a vapor lounge downtown Toronto listening to the nonsenses of an 18 year old stand-up comedian who’s on the stage for the first time in his life. Although As nonsense as it may sound to you, to Sina it’s the most incredible recipes of life turning to words!

I’m Sina, in a hot summer day standing in a sanctuary holding a ring with a trembling hand and another hand holding a “you” close to him while resting his lips on "yours"!

I’m Sina , a man finding his way toward the kitchen to make Illy coffee in the memory of the old days where his father used to do it, not knowing that this is the last coffee of his life. With a hunched back that looks at the mirror with a smile that misses few teeth, thinking “How easy the life was, and how useless it turned out to be”!

I’m Sina ,a man standing in the middle of nowhere somewhere in Morocco while drops of rain soothe his hand that itches from a slap  against the face of a woman who used to be the love of his life !

Our destiny is an unwritten choice. Consciously or subconsciously picked from a normal distribution.

But my choice my friend, ... has been the scariest of all. 

Because it has been the fear itself !