Gessa 3an Arthur! "my little fellow"

Hada marra men zat elmarrat.. 5air Allahoma ej3aloh 5air..

There was a little fly -Dubbaneh ya3ni-.. I used to call it Arthur..

Arthur was my friend, he was very quiet. Yes when he flies the noise does drive me crazy but, as he was my friend I never cared about that.. Lots of people tried to insult him, a little ugly disturbing fly, show up only when we are having our lunch, or when someone is trying to concentrate on their work..
So people didn't like him, but I've been always defending him.. Never let people say bad things about him! I was trying to let them see the real Arther, the real fly inside him, he had his own dreams, his own family -I met his whole tribe actually-, and that was enough for me to put my trust in him, and welcome his existence in my life.

In the name of tolerance, friendship, cooperation, or what ever you name it.. we became good friends.. whenever he needed something he used to come directly to me, without a notice, and I have always been there for him.. never hesitated to give..

zzzzzzzzzz, that what his sound like.. such a romantic noise! once I was almost sleeping, his gentle -black, ugly, terrible- legs landed on my cheeks, and yes, I woke up! And that would make me angry usually, but again.. because he was my friend I never cared.. I smiled to him, and let him fly in peace..

Day after day.. Arthur disappeared, his tribe did too. Never showed up unless so strangely -and as always without notice-, he came only because he needed something from me..... that hurts, to be frank..

I regret what I did. I think I forgot the most important part about Arthur, that he IS just a fly.. no more..

I will never make friends with flies anymore..

"TO THEM.. regretting that I never saw their wings"