Well Myth: The Man Inside The Well And His Feeling
Well Myth: The Man Inside The Well is written by Muhammad Jameel Akhtar.
‘How loud will the screams be heard outside the well?’
Years ago, yes, maybe this year.
Readers can add two or four months to the fact that the calendar is not available in the well, not even the clock, and be honest, what is the use of the calendar and the clock in the well?
This one year is just my guess, maybe it’s a story that spans many years. Night and day mean the same thing in a well.
There is no interval of 60 seconds between one minute and another, nor is there an interval of 60 minutes from one hour to the next. If you assume that the distance from one week to another week is 7 days and there are 365 days in a year, then all this is wrong in terms of day and night of the well. The timing of happiness, sorrow, freedom and imprisonment is not the same. The moment that passes in 60 seconds of joy, when it turns into sorrow, swallows centuries. So I don’t know how long I’ve been in this well.
‘How loud will the screams be heard outside the well?’
My throat is so sore from screaming now that it always makes the sound of a donkey, a donkey that only I can hear, even when I am asleep, the donkey, the donkey’s voice continues in the background of every dream.
For a long time I have not had a dream in which this donkey, the donkey has not been heard. As a kid, I used to dream a lot without this sound, but now I don’t remember the details outside. There is a slight recollection of the laws that were in force at the time. People went for extra eyes, ears and tongues because they didn’t take any work from them. Under the enacted law, one had to speak, see and hear. When the doves sang the song of peace, people would put their fingers in their ears and say,
“We have not heard that our ears are only made to hear the noise of bullets and bombs and we have to see the mutilated corpses.”
This was not the time for mothers to give birth to children, but children were being born out of the well, children whose ears were unfamiliar with loving lullabies.
‘So how much louder do I shout?’
While living in the well, I have come to the conclusion that the eardrums of the people outside have ruptured or their eyes are no longer able to see.
They may be completely deaf and blind now, or the rules of hearing and seeing may have been tightened so that they do not hear any of my screams or see this well. Be
Why do those who are seen and not heard speak well?
There is a space between the well inside and outside the world in which no sound, no light can travel.
‘So how much louder?’
There is complete darkness inside the well, it is an abandoned well. People throw stench here from above, which is my livelihood. Sometimes someone throws down a strange, sticky and smelly odor, which further pollutes the atmosphere of the well, but I can’t express my protest to those who throw odors. I see that when they are throwing odors, they have handkerchiefs on their noses and their eyes are closed and while throwing odors, they may not even think for a moment that a human being can be inside a well. I have been looking for a ladder in the well for some time but now I am tired and I have given up my attempt. You can be sure that there is no ladder in this well.
‘So how many???’
When I was out of the well, I also used to come here to throw odors, I never peeked inside it. It is possible that someone still lives here or it is possible that there is a separate well for each person. Are made I just can’t say anything confidently about it.
My memory no longer accompanies me, otherwise I would have told you how I got here. If I think with a lot of emphasis on the mind, two things come to mind and I can’t tell you which of them is right. In fact, nothing in the well is completely correct. But still, I must tell.
First thing:
One day I was told to go and throw dirt in the well, so while I was throwing dirt, my foot stumbled and I have been in the well since that day.
Second thing:
I was actually pushed from above by some people for breaking the law. Because in the beginning my hands and feet were tied and that rope still gets tangled with my feet from time to time.
Other than the ropes, the only thing that confuses me is the poisonous insects that bite my hands and feet from time to time. Now that it is dark here, my eyes cannot see in the dark, which is why I cannot escape from the poisonous insects of the earth. Although I can feel them crawling on my body, where do I go if I run away? If there was a light here, you would see that my body is now blue and my feet are swollen due to constant standing, but I cannot show this injured body to anyone.
And the amount of water in the bottom of the well is constantly decreasing, so I don’t think I can live here much longer.
My eyes long for light, my ears long to hear lullabies, and my tongue long to speak aloud, and to see in the well is dark, to hear the incomprehensible sounds of poisonous insects, and my kerr, that kerr. Can’t understand.
‘Screams????’
Kerr, Kerr … How long will this kerr last?
Someone is coming upstairs.
Yes there is someone
Let me shout so loud that maybe someone will hear my voice.
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Ahh! There is no other sound coming out of my throat, I can only think about the rest of the voices and I can’t live in this well just by thinking.