The Memory Lingered On

Author: Osama Al-Shajrawi

When emotions tremble at the threshold of the word "we're back," when days clear their throats to tell us we are still children, when memory sobs from an excess of longing for a time that will not return, and we then feel a belonging to the world of cartoons and their warm theme songs. When we feel alienated on our planet, and fruitlessly try to decipher the philosophy of places, and discover that we possess a Spacetoon passport that allows us to travel through time, we then realize that we are still searching for the wonder of the cartoon TV screen, and that we suffer from a syndrome difficult to comprehend, and that there is a lump in our throats pursuing us under the sway of nostalgia and the scepter of memories, a lump that whispers in our ears that childhood days have passed, but their memory has remained with us throughout the years of this life.