ځانمرګی (ناول)

Translation: Rahmat Shah Faraz

What did you come into the world for?

Don’t you have time to think about this question too?

The other day I went to the bodybuilding gym, a friend was pulling the chest out. But in the fifth chest, he ran out of energy.

I asked him: How many breasts can you take out?
((Five یا or… maybe… ten))

((Can you pull out fifty breasts?))
“What do you mean, brother, where’s the power in me?”
“If you try again after two minutes of rest, how many more chest pains will you get?”
((Maybe five more.))
“And if you rest for two more minutes, then?”
((Five more.))
(“And if it’s a little relaxed-chest-pulling, a little-relaxing-chest-pulling, a little-relaxing-chest-pulling, a little-relaxing-chest-pulling, can you get up to fifty chest-pulls?”)
“No, maybe,” he paused for a moment and said in a confident voice, “Why not, I can!”
((So what’s the secret to getting from five to fifty?))
After thinking for a while, he said, “I wonder if it’s a miracle for someone like me, but the real secret is comfort.”

“No, brother; the real secret is (a little rest); a little rest. The purpose of life is not to relax, but to work.”

We all plan big things in our dreams, we all dream of living after death. Too often the love of doing something rises in us and an uneasiness has always kindled a fire within us. Even so, owning one is still beyond the reach of the average person. Sometimes I don’t have money and sometimes our relationship is in danger. Sometimes the sword of defeat hangs over your head and sometimes your electricity, gas, water and internet bills bleed. Sometimes our job is in danger and sometimes we get lost in our emotional life.

Why do we fail to live the life we ​​love? What is it that leaves us, achieving everything we hope for?