Note: I wrote following, it might be funny, but it's actually related to our daily politics. Political-Fiction [5]:Once upon a time [
x] was asked by a curious [
y] if he remembered his early life and dreams so he answered:
--"I remember the day I was born, I remember I was dropped off, like a water drop, on a blue bedsheet, and an Indian doctor came to me, and said "Ok, here you arrr, Kyoot Babee", I remember he smelled like Coconut oil. To be honest, my nose was disfunction for coco oil smell. He put a tag on my right wrist. The tag had my birthdate, and how many white hair I would have at the age of 12. Then he said to me "Welcome to Earth, Don't tell your mom that the Afghani war isn't over yet. Soon you will have your own passport, your own belief, your own land, or become an illegal immigrant in some superpower countries". I smiled while my mind had thoughts like "Wait until I invade your country and destroy your coconut trees to get rid of people using such oil on their hair", he got scared, and backed off, and said SATAN! My tongue was disfunction at that time otherwise I would reply and say "No, Your holy cow".
In the first night of my life, I enjoyed a process called "Sleep" I had a movie played in my brain, which is an event called "Dream", and a bad dream is called "Nightmare". I had a nightmare, my first nightmare was about a president, it's a term used to name anyone who sucks at politics, this president drank a lot of black liquor endlessly, he called it Spoiled Milk, he refused to share any of it to any one very greedy he was, he tried to arrest me and sent me to jail. However, I suddenly woke up in shock and it was morning , I dropped so much tears, in a process called "Crying" for seeking a breast-fed. My favorite drink at that time was unexpired milk unlike my nightmare president's favorite. Milk is a white liquid produced from a four legged creature that makes a sound "MOO". The doctor came, said "God MorninG". I wish I knew English at that time, but I only knew how to speak "Waa Waa" language, which is not processed by the tongue, but the eyes. The doctor said to me that I was becoming 2 days old and I must look for a wife soon at least within 20 years. I said to him in the Wa wa language " WA WA AAAA WAA WAA" which meant "WTF, I still don't know If I am going to be male or female". The Indian doctor understood and said "Oh No Brobleem, we will wait 20 years".
I left the hospital with my emotional Arabian mother, when we got home, we had a huge party celebrating my victory at the hospital against the Indian's Axis of evil. My turkish secularist sick father was so happy and hugged me very strong like squeezing a kurdish refugee. And, our nieghbors started visiting and giving my mom money to build my empire. I got a lot of money from a Chinese doctor, a Russian nurse, and an Iranian belly dancer although my American grandfather did not like them. Anyhow, within a few days, I bought a huge well-protected fully-armed bed, one tank full of toys and Babyist -babyist is anyone who believes in babyism- musical Anthems, thick bullet-proof diapers, and a 10 years plan to install braces. It was only time for The World to fall in obedience under my feet, until my mom and grandfather started to spank me to behave well, and that's where all my dreams shattered away. And, I screamed "WA WAA'A A A A WAWA" which painfully meant "Mom! Why do You Women get jealous so easily!?" --
Right after [
x] finished his tale,
[
y] said: LIAR!,
[
x] said: Well, look around do you see anyone is honest?
[
y] said: Yes, Me.
[
x] said: Yes, you are honest since your mom started to spank you as well.
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Written by [x].
under revisions.Previous Political-Fiction[4].
Good night dear Readers.
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