'War, and other details' a novel By Yasser Alaa - Part 1

My name is (Naser), in Arabic it means victory, you can see how I'm related to the war since I was born.

I'm a fighter in the Ustio arm forces, sniper specifically, which means my job is to kill the people who stand on the other side with one shot.

I'm single, my parents and two sisters were killed in previous actions, when we were fighting another war, the enemy bombarded civilian targets, My house was one of these targets, but I was outside playing football with other teenagers, so you can see I'm kind of lonely.
as for friends, I have only one friend, you can guess why because the others are either dead or about to be dead in the warfare.

but Naji, my only friend, Got himself wounded in a previous war, so he is excused, for now, he started a nice cafe, and he is taking care of it.
by the way, his name in Arabic means survivor.

I used to meet him at his cafe when I get my off war days, I go straight to the cafe, and usually, I arrive around the closing hours.

I arrived and entered the cafe, I opened the main cafe door which was made of glass, and entered, went straight to the red sofa, which was practically only for him and me.

I always liked the low yellow light lighting the place, it was so perfect to be considered a resting place, it relaxes my eyes, as for my soul, the great pieces of music picked by Naji always took care of it, The music suggested by Naji usually starts charming effect once its starts.

at that point, when I took a seat on the red sofa, a piece of music called 'On the hills of Manchuria' started, originally, it's a Russian song, But I don't know how Naji managed to secure that's an amazing version of this masterpiece.

music played only by the trumpets and Violins, the Naji style music never fails to give me a spiritual orgasm.

then Naji came from the rare part of the shop, he saw me, and said:-

Naji - How many families have you destroyed this time?

I didn't know how to answer him, but he gave me that look that made me understand his spiteful feelings toward the system obligates me and my likes of people to engage in fighting conflicts without leaving us the choice of refusing.

I tried to keep up with his sarcastic tone, and replied:-

Naser - Yeah I know, I'm participating in making the world a better place.

They say a man's weak point is his family, I don't know that, because I never got married, though, I think they are right, I see the death obsession chasing my colleagues, and they are fighting to stay alive, NOT because they afraid death, but they are terrified of leaving their families alone in this society, where their waives are easy preys to any powerful offender, and they are so many in town, and there kids to be a victim to the sexual abused by the pedophile clergy, and they even more than the powerful offenders.

those people, the clergy, and for some reason I don't know anything about, abound in societies where the authority of the clergy prevails, I wonder if there is anything that connects the dots?

My colleagues never disclosed these obsessions, But I could read these things out of their shy hints.

To be continued ...