|The Libyan Lady|
Recently I had the honour of meeting a Libyan lady and knowing her for a few weeks.
Whatever I say now about the good qualities of this human being will never - ever - compensate for what I felt or said in the past about the Libyan woman.
Like most Libyan men, including those 'modern/ open minded/ liberal', I have always been as hard as a rock when it comes to dealing with this race.
As a matter of fact I still am.
I had never contemplated the possibility that I might have been biased against them, nor flexible to give them a chance when by birth I deserve and get 10 chances when I succeed, and when I fail I get 20.
What a messy situation? Half the Libyan society consider themselves 'second class', and the first class are heartless.
Can we dedicate one single day in the year for the Libyan woman by not smoking on that day?
Or perhaps that will mean 'surrender and defeat'?
What a shame!
Brothers, here are a few lines that might ease the pain:
"Much as we may wish to make a new beginning, some part of us resists doing so as though we were making the first step toward disaster" by William Bridges.