Gandhi’s Secret Visit
A man from nowhere shouted in the middle of the night on top of his lungs. Every ear generated fear which caused everybody to walk out and seek the man who threw his anger into the air. Some ran to their balconies, they looked around to see him. Some ran to the streets in panic.
He uttered a few more words, louder this time. No one saw him nor did anyone understand what he had said. But it was clear that he wanted to scare them. Noise of fear and panic rose and rose and blended with the endless honks of sudden convoy.
“What the hell is this now, it is almost 1 o’clock after the midnight!” exclaimed a young woman, standing in the balcony, holding her child firmly.
The same news began airing in the every house.
“What the fuck!” exclaimed the young man in his room which immediately began suffocating him. The hot weather was already testing people’s patience in the middle of July.
“Hahahaha!” laughed another woman hysterically to hide her fear. “Have we been taken over? By who? When? How can that be possible? Hahahaha!” she asked and turned up the volume of her TV.
I woke up, wondering what was really happening. I broke my TV into millions of pieces years ago.
“Coup!” said the news on the internet when I turned on my computer.
“Turkish Army attempted to take over the country!” said another news site. My existential fear had already wakened denial mechanism while reading so I denied.
“No, no that cannot be true!” said I, just like the people I had heard a few minutes ago.
“But why?” asked I, before my fear and denial turned into a poisonous anger.
“Some groups of terrorists had sneaked into Turkish Army to destroy the country!” explained the news reporter.
“Who were they?” I asked myself.
They were not yet known. “Terrorism has no race, identity, religion or country,” explained those who invented terrorism to justify all the known and unknown wars.
Oh no! Was there another war, knocking on the humanity’s door, I wondered. I remembered Iraq War and how it killed millions of Iraqi people.How it failed to bring peace to the zone in the end, how Tony Blair and others had finally admitted that they were wrong. How about Afghanistan? Has anyone won it yet? No! No, no I don’t want another war! And anger invaded my soul.
“No! That is not what you are supposed to respond!” said a man, standing by my door, all in whites and heavenly smile.
“Gandhi!” I exclaimed kindly.
I looked at him, divine peace arrived in my soul and I smiled, too. It was him, it was Gandhi and I let him in. I asked Gandhi to teach me my role to contribute to peace of our dear humanity.
He sat on the sofa calmly.
“Why do men fight Gandhi?” I asked.
He looked at me and smiled.
“Because they want to be admired and loved,” he replied.
“Yes, they but they can become a pop star or movie star if that is what they want…” I replied.
He smiled calmly once again.
“Yes, they can but that is never enough,” replied Gandhi.
“Why?” I asked, so impatient to hear his answer.
“Because he will never be satisfied even if he is loved and admired by the whole world until he loves himself,” replied Gandhi.
“So when man cannot love himself, he hates others. Is that right?” I asked.
“Yes, that is correct,” he replied.
“Why can’t they love themselves?” I asked.
“Whoever refuses to recognize God within can never love himself or others,” he replied.
“And cannot appreciate the love he receives from others?” I asked.
“That is correct my child,” he replied. We both wanted to feel the Divine within; we became silent.
“Are they ill?” I asked.
“No, they suffer from fear hence they spread fear,” father Gandhi explained.
“So those big guys with big names who bombed Iraq, Afghanistan, Libya, Syria…do they suffer from fear?” I asked.
“Yes,” replied father Gandhi.
“They are not even men in this case are they?” I asked.
“They know that…don’t worry my child,” said father Gandhi.
“Okay, but I want to do something to cure those ill guys and rescue everyone,” I replied.
“Yes, you will…that is the reason why I am here,” said Gandhi.
“What is it do you want me to do Father?” I asked.
“Always seek the truth, teach the truth and love,” Gandhi replied.
I smiled and looked down with appreciation of discovering that I have been on the right path. I looked up and Gandhi was not there.
And there was no noise outside, everyone was asleep.
I walked out to the balcony, the Moon was there in the sky, countless stars and the father Gandhi.
It does not matter how many fearful little guys the world had, I knew that love was always going to prevail and truth was always going to free our dear humanity…
I waved at them all and walked in.