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Homo Sacer, An Accursed One

Before knowing, he was turned into an invisible man standing in the middle of a busy street. Unmistakably, though his image reflected on the glass of the show window no passersby noticed his presence or recognized him; not even endowed him with the acknowledgement of his being. All kinds of gestures he made to attract passersby did not work, those heartless men come and go completely ignoring him. He pleaded from his troubled mind, he beckoned to them affectionately, but no one stopped or turned their face to appreciate his being. One day, he left the city full of disgusting men for the country to soothe his weary heart and to enjoy the field’s and garden’s natural beauty. He was not an invisible man there, the curious minded children surrounded this stranger and followed. He smiled and waved to the children for joy, but they, instead of welcoming him, picked up stones and threw them at him for fun. He exclaimed for them to quit their mischievous behavior immediately. And as he cried, their parents came crowding and scolded him for blaming their children. They attacked him, then picked up stones bigger than the children’s and threw them at him. When his forehead ripped his heart torn to pieces, and when his back snapped in two his wound opened to bleed. The heartless stones, nonetheless, kept flying at him. He cried to god for help because he could not take this cruel treatment any longer, but god did not respond to his cry just like the apathetic men who came and went ignoring him. He was the invisible man who was even rejected by god who is supposed to be accepting every soul and, to take everyone’s stretched hands to comfort them; he was the man who is condemned to the limit, hence anyone may kill him if they so desire but his body is not qualified for a sacrificial object to god; he was visible but not visible to everyone’s eyes, he was the man who thought he existed, yet never has existed.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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