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Let's blog for trust:! (9/11)
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What’s your glasses’ color?

When I was born, I had blue glasses. My parents didn’t worry, because they also wear blue glasses. And when I got older and went to school, I found out that all children were wearing blue glasses. In fact, everyone in my family, my neighborhood, my city and my country wear blue sunglasses. My world is simply blue…
Of course, in our country we had no idea that sky exists, we didn’t know where the beach ends and where the waves of the ocean are. Our country’s flag is blue, our nation’s favorite color is blue and our pets and houses are all blue.
One day, I went to the park with my blue dog Panpouch and started thinking and reflecting on my life. I had the blues so I didn’t notice that my pet run away and disappeared. I had to look for it so I started calling it and following it is blue footprints. Finally I reached a land where my dog was sleeping next to a stranger. I got closer to get my pet when I suddenly realized that there is something wrong going on, something that I’ve never seen or heard of, something impossible that no one can believes: the stranger had red glasses!
I was scared but I was 10 years old and until then I was still too curious. I asked:” Who are you? Why do you wear red glasses?” The stranger answered:”I am Rose. Why do you wear blue glasses?”
That day, I spent hours talking with Rose about my people who wear blue glasses. She found it funny and she invited me to visit her people who wear read glasses. She told me that they do not know that they get injured when it happens because they can’t recognize blood and she confirmed to me that sky exists but it is just too red.
When it became darker blue, I had to leave because I can’t sleep outside. I said:”Thanks for finding my blue dog Rose. See you soon”. But she replied:” You mean your red dog?”
That night I didn’t leave. I stayed and spent more time with Rose arguing which color is Panpouch. It was tiring and frustrating. I knew that she is so stupid because she doesn’t know that the real dog’s color is blue. I knew that she just thinks that it is red because she had red glasses!
Finally, we agreed to let the dog decide. After all, the dog should know best what it color is. We looked at my dog. It had no glasses. “Oh! Said Rose, the dog has no glasses!! Let’s take ours!”
We took our glasses, threw them away and looked to my Panpouch. Panpouch was white…

I am Samar Samir Mezghanni from Tunisia, and I blog for trust...

September 11, 2009 | 8:06 PM Comments  2 comments





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