Over the valley, beyond the big mountain is a settlement.
Hidden between two smaller hillocks are the homes of the last remaining residents scattered like pomegranate seeds with their red roofs.
The people here do not have a religion
They follow the one of blood
You’d think the families are related by birth.
Obscure, lost in oblivion it is a happy place.
The only way to reach it is if you have lost your way.
When I sat around a fire with the elders of this place,
They told me stories about their past. That they look at the stars to talk to their ancestors.
I posed a question and asked them their relation.
All related to blood they said.
Not by marriage, we gave our blood to each other when needed, they said
Some of me runs in all of them, some of them runs in all of me, one of them said.
Here we have no temple, no mosque, no church
It is us, living together, simple humans
And so the next morning, I woke up, the mist slowly cleared.
From the mountains and from my eyes. I could see clear.
I went on ahead but before leaving I asked
How do I come back here?
They said when you lose your religion and find humanity
You shall find us.
We are those that follow the simple rules of love.
Ours is the religion of blood.
Oh well! it must be a cult I said and went down the mountain
There, I encountered another village
Bigger and a little more developed
I spent a night there.
On winter mornings the sun woke up but never fully.
A tiny temple and a mosque held hands with a church
Their Gods were friends
Cheerful people, cut away from civilisation I wondered
The air was more clear, fresh and untouched.
Finally I reached the big city
I realised, the mountains and their people are more humane
For amongst the city fools no one seems to remember each other anymore.
I know the air is less of oxygen
Maybe it is polluted by prejudice
For everywhere I turn a temple, a mosque and a church debate my existence.
One accident, 3 bottles of blood later, I’ve realised I’ve lost my religion.
I’m ready to be part of the red roofed settlement.
Only bonded by blood to those that gave me life by giving me what runs in their veins.
Which God has ever said don’t be humane?