Don’t be fooled by the short clips and their catchy titles that Bilal has chosen to inform us of the abandonment of the world towards us, because cutting the hoax will not eliminate the choking. Because, despite the deliberation of the writer for what remains of our cohesion and our hopes, we will suffocate at every little syllable, a little suffocation. Before the world left us, it strangled us, or strangled us by abandoning us.
“There is no place for the poor in this world,” he declares to us. If the world had not yet abandoned us, the reality of the situation would be that there is no place for poverty in the world, and not for the poor. This world created the poor and the homeless, then crushed them and removed them from the world of pet faces, similar costumes and scents that cover the odors of bodies and their insides. This world is controlled by a handful of elites. The camp of the healthy versus the camp of the people who don’t have the time to follow a regime that keeps them healthy. Camp for Nike and Levi’s collectors, against Camp Gucci and Tiffany. “Ferrari” field against “Tida” and “Nissan” fields. The latest iPhone camp, facing the cell phone waste camp. The camp of consumers against the destitute who have lost their status as citizens without ever earning the right to be consumers … They are just out of breath.
In short, it is the world of those who are out of breath to remain part of it, as opposed to those who sit on the throne of its rotation.
The writer reminds us that we have no time, if not to work as machines, to then get tired and sleep. We look and we don’t see, we go out and we don’t communicate, we run constantly, trying to keep up with the world that doesn’t care about us and strives to do without us and to keep the voters who own the public spaces and make the laws . The world wants to purify itself from us, turning its back on us and abandoning it to us, like a point of light that moves away to cover a smaller part of the space it covered, and we become outside of it, we become outside of and probably never are. been within that point of light.
We needed passwords, to stay in the scene where we were sure that our incessant jogging would not achieve the goal of staying in its light or returning to it.
We needed crossover codes to keep our bodies pure, free from flaws and unused, codes to be able to use the right words and phrases and codes to keep up with the advancements in technology.
All these codes will not benefit us, because we are not among the elites who have inherited their rights, their space and their actions from this world. And they managed to throw us out because we are just an excess weight.
This world has become a club and its members are limited and confined to whales. The adhesion they receive at birth, as an acquired right. No new members can access them, except through emergency links that join them to old members. Members who want to save the planet, its animals and trees, who have time, are part of the marginalized space of those who have neither time nor opportunity to save themselves.
And since the writer decided to be kind to us, from the moment he chose the title of his book, he left us at the end of the book a glimmer of hope that had opened the way for him in all sections and sections of the book, which is feelings and feelings, proposing to borrow the means of survival in this world from the woman he managed under the authority The dominant masculinity for centuries has developed means of seduction, dragging the man from the battlefield to the house that made it the center of human life. The woman who should have been out of the light survived, subjugating the man and his elite realm. The woman survived, while the world thought she was abandoning her. Perhaps if, according to this writer, we had handed over the helm of our boat to the minds of women, or minds similar to the minds of women, we would have run away with the joy and pleasure achieved despite the nose of the techniques and what we have lost because of them.
Astronomy can help the writer’s desire and compassion. According to astronomical calculations and theories, the world entered the “Age of Aquarius” to remain in 2160 years, having remained in the “Age of Pisces” for the same period, which is the duration of each astronomical age. In every astronomical cycle there are fundamental changes in our planet, and among the changes that will appear in the Aquarian age we entered in the year 2020, according to astronomy: more space for individuality and freedoms, technical excellence and pioneering scientific discoveries, women taking the reins of power in various fields! So perhaps a woman’s encounter with the techniques of the Aquarian age marks the turning point of this world.
We could also have gasped for this hope (the hope of the writer and the hope of the Aquarian age), if we had believed in this astrological theory, and if we had truly believed that the world had not yet been abandoned to us.
So is this world worth saving? Is it worth giving him the opportunity to repeat his courses without guaranteed results? And what does it mean for the world or part of it to return after we leave it? Why do we care and want this world to give back some of its sanity to those who inherit it from us? Why don’t we embrace his cruelty to us and forget to think about improving him for those who follow us? Perhaps in this way we will also be merciful to them, avoiding disappointments like ours.
Reading The World Abandoning Us, it reminded me of my frequent reading of Robert Bresson’s blogs on cinematography. Each blog is a potion that takes me every time and throws me where I am drowning in the sweetness of an idea. And I could just stick to one blog a day and keep it. This is the case with Bilal’s passages and thoughts about the world as he abandons us. Each clip shows the scene from one angle, you can only look at it, overlook the rest of the scenes and drown in it for a while. Each potion idea, each potion is complete in itself, in its ability to hurt and scare you as it warns you and throws you on a couch mentioned, in one or a few blogs. At least you will be sure that the world, as it leaves you, will leave you with your sofa. As a result, you get a full panoramic view inside and out, even an aerial view as if taken from above. Perhaps the same is true of each of his books, when we read one separately from the other, or consider them as part of what precedes and follows them.
Maybe we have to accept that the world has abandoned us. We have not been among the lucky ones, we have not had time, nor illusions, nor naivety, to expect that one day we, or everyone else, will be equally lucky. But if we could cynical, despise and belittle it all, and hope that ours on a parallel planet could be luckier than ourselves, that hope might be more realistic than the bet for change. At least we will not feel abandoned without our knowledge.
This world has abandoned us, but first it has imprisoned us in its choices that it has made for us, deluding us that they are our choices. We have been abandoned by this world and perhaps with this migration we can claim to have our freedom away from its light and out of the system. He leaves us and we delude ourselves that he left us was our choice.
