“I thought a change of venue would be nice,” stated Cat, today his accent was English. “We do not have much time to speak, we need to continue the cat stories- they are more effective than missives”
I simply sighed. I described the dinner, he provided the pre-supper drama. I ordered a Halal cheesesteak with a gluten free amoroso roll, no onions with a side of calamari. He ordered pizza and some complex chocolate dessert named something unpronouncibly Italian for $6.99.
My Pir put his head in his hands, “Shamsi, I apologize. I was trying my best to protect you, or you would have ended up like Einwicher Yeager yourself. I tell myself: at least you are alive”
“Why do I even need to be hidden?”
“Got the attention of the wrong people, mostly. You can’t be bought and you keep proving Sufism is real, not some invented concept or dead religion”
“I learned it from you.”
“I am in invisible debt prison, a high security civilian facing carceral environment where my every thought & communication is monitored for ‘brand integrity’ of an organization where integrity is anathema. Believe every single time I have said to you, “I hate this.”
“So, what do we do, Meowlana?”
“You finally listen to me and start writing. Maybe I end public estrangement, but probably not because I can excuse it with “preventing attachment to physical forms”
“Unacceptable. Preventing avoidant personality types with PTSD from re-experiencing human connection after years of compartmentalization. Endless years of running tests on others not realizing you were the experiment. Students get broken in a totalitarian system to cripple the intellectual class….but you guys, you get slowly unwound & corrupted, making trades between unethical & less ethical options. So, do we intentionally attempt to induce PTSD in those who commit ‘wrongthink’?”
“I don’t know, you would have to ask one of the men who interrogated & tortured me last,”
“Well, Pishicat- you’re in luck. I did. And I interrogated him on your behalf, gently. It seems I found the source of your own COINTELPRO problems, offshore contractor with Disassociative Identity Disorder that has been used as a pattern-script to fracture everyone else in your line from you all the way down to the North Dakota chucklefucks. You already know & love him well. His second persona possesses no empathy nor guilt, yet a fearful conquest & power seeking Invader whom conquers by making others carry his shadows…
…Boss, I assigned Conquest wrong in the intel brief, and pestilence & famine are two different guys.”
«درسته. اما خودشون نمیدونن. یکی فکر میکنه هیچی نیست و اون یکی همه چیزه.»
«شما دقیق هستید.»
«من همیشه وقتی رک و صریح صحبت میکنم، دقیق هستم. موضوع جدید: چرا با وجود هشدارها و توصیفات واضحی که از دجال به شما شده بود، عاشق او شدید؟»
««کاری از دستم برنمیآمد.»»
«به تو چه پیشنهاد داد؟»
«او هر چیزی را که قبلاً هرگز نمیدانستم به آن نیاز دارم یا حتی میخواهم، به من ارائه داد.»
«چطور فرار کردی؟»
«از او خواستم که توجه و عشقش را صادقانه به من نشان دهد. پافشاری من بر حقیقت و عشق حقیقی باعث شد او ناپدید شود.»
«چه چیزی یاد گرفتهایم؟»
«راهنمایی که به ما داده شده، همان کسی است که به ما محول شده. متاسفم که او راهنمای تو بود.هنوز خوبیهای زیادی در او هست، اما شرارت زیادی او را احاطه کرده است»
«…باز با گوگل ترنسلیت فارسی نوشتی؟»
…«البته که این کار را کردم، مولانا، من از آن برای ترجمه عربی هم استفاده کردم.»
«حداقل برای امنیت عملیاتی خوب است.»
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
أتمنى ألا يزيد دليلنا سوءًا، وأتمنى ألا يخذلني جوجل ترانسليت في لغتي العربية. أصبحتُ دليلًا بالصدفة. أتمنى أن أتحسن في المستقبل.
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