My Mere Existence

Cracked transparent glass heart sculpture on a wooden windowsill

Day after day, I try not to hurt anyone around me. I strive to mind my own business, yet more and more people seem irritated by my mere existence. I feel subhuman, like a worm or a bug. Why am I despised by these people? Why can’t they just leave me alone? There is no peace by day or by night, so much so that I wish I had never been born.

Stack of six smooth stones balanced on rocky lakeshore with foggy background
A stack of smooth stones balanced on a rocky shore beside a mist-covered lake

LORD, Hashem, why did You allow me to be born? Why must I exist if my very presence is so painful? Are they coming for me, for my wife, or for my kids? No one feels safe anymore. LORD, please save me from this torture. Either deliver my family and me or take me from this world. Oh, G-d of all mercies, my helper, do not be late.

Published by H.N.AbdelMalek

Fugitive from Pharaoh, servant of G-d, seeking Freedom and Peace

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