My Kid's Letter

Dear mum,

   I know in this era there's no such letters, but one of the reasons I love you is, you're one of whom witnessed the arise of technology, though you're not using a bit of it, so I've to get my Romeo on & write you a letter while I AM YOUR KID. But you know, writing isn't a big deal as long as you read much. You raised me up to read books and even read the plot before watching the movie, as if nothing in this life would work without reading! This is not about revising with you how nerdy you brought me up (no blames, by the way).

   This letter isn't personally informative. I've just found myself sick of work and I even ran out of creativity to make up anything new on the internet for fun (like you say "surf to find yourself, create to let others surf searching for you." Yeah. I listen.) So, my time was filled with heavy thinking about.... well... I- I... found your FB & Twitter history; you can say, I hacked your past. I went through each post and friend. It's funny that I know minor of those friends, I can recognize barely-known three out of your "700"!

   Before you get mad, mum, I swear I didn't mean any scratching to your privacy, I was innocently curious to know why you're the only mother who says our age is better than yours. I was starving for  knowing. Without being offensive, mum, but seriously, were you just "share-ers/ retweet-ers"? I may use the word "parrot" as a substitute. You were concentrating so much and put all of your brains into a movie/series to get out of it, a quote & with Instagram's vintage effects to the screenshot; voila, that's what you created.  I have seen each post and watched the movie related to it and gasp! The quote is.. somehow good and true, but the movie is stupid and made for retards! I have read your compliments to each other for noticing such wise saying and I am like "someone, please, slap me! If this isn't over, kill me!" As these wise sayings are actually daily words from an angry mother to her kid, from a caring father to his boy, from a loving friend to her best mate. It was literally like you, people, didn't noticed each other's talks, you're believers to whatever said in this screen. I noticed too hundred thousand posts a year! I can't judge this, you were discussing about things, so it's not a total major waste of time, but it was fooling your generation. It was harming it, cause you surrendered to its hollowness. You believed that the click on "share" makes you intellectual being while you might not have read it.

   It was a funny frustrating experience, still I've learnt much. I learnt that you're the only one who's true to judge our generation that way. I've seen the rusty cuffs which used to tie your imagination to flee back then. I've witnessed how the society in the past was holding back the exploration that you could do. You were forced to be attached to certain things, in the way it's posted. Minor times, I've seen a constructive argument. By time, you lost that sense of argument, it seems you were tired to do it anymore, to correct some thoughts or to exude information from someone else. The rudeness was the style to oblige you to accept whatever they say. Who sounds wise is a snob, who sounds silly is the coolest. Who talk about how old is gold they mention miniskirts in the 70s, and my heart ached! You were also shedding off Arab culture. I remembered that day when you chose several comedy Arab movies. You told me they were very old that even the actors and actresses in it, were older than your own grandparents. You told me that when you were my age, you used to laugh, later on -after being awoke by reality- you watched and you sighed. You told me "watch and write down which phrase made you laugh and which made you sigh." I remember how generous you were that day when I wrote all of what got my attention, followed by "sadly laughing." Then you followed these movies with comedy foreign movies, and that's when I wrote nothing and my reward was a vacation for a week by the sea. I have never got it, till I went through your past's timeline. I get that we don't know the value of our own culture. We just keep blaming it, insulting it, underestimating it out of ignorance without experiencing, without fair comparison.

  What was really funny, that my grandma's generation is the wisest creators, yours is the foolish mindless followers and mine is the filtering researchers. I wonder if you, all of your class, got back in time, would you let your mind still busy with the same stuff? With fashion, movies and lyrics? With pretentious unreal intellectualism? Or you would start stepping up and expressing yourselves through actions which we -your kids- would be going through them now proudly?

   Mum, this was a talky talk with you, I wish it was tete-a-tete conversation. Anyhow, before I go, I have to tell you that I studied your last post on FB, which was a.... sequel? Wasn't it? Sorry, just joking, but you can't ignore the fact that it was ridiculously long! I promise that I haven't read this last post at first. I took your timeline with sequence of events from the oldest to the latest. So, I guess now you figured out that my letter is a brief version of that last post which you titled "we were such fool adults." That wasn't intentional, but I've just noticed it now! What they say "Like mother, like daughter."

   We will blab it all out next meeting insha'Allah.

                                                                                                                     With love and respect,

                                                                                                                                 your daughter, 2071.