Cosplay Arabia - January 2021

Cosplay Arabia • january 2021
LIFE
COVID
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Cosplay Arabia • january 2021
Suffocated. Ironic that this very
sensation is a Covid 19 syndrome, I
say ironic because those who do not
have Covid in their lungs feel it too. It
is a strange thing, this tiny little speck
of a speck- a thing that floats and
renders humans, the giants of the
world into dying things.
I have friends who do not believe in this, who believe that
Bill Gates has found new technology to rid us humans of
lesser humans- those with long term diseases, allergies,
those who are diagnosed as ‘weak’ in private. I sit with
these people, drink my tea and try to take all possibilities
in- that a mad billionaire scientist is out to get us. That evil
is human, and the devil is still at large and somehow there
is a divine remote control that leads those innocent enough
to believe in a speck, a little invisible green dot and then
injecting themselves like frantic heroin addicts with the
cure, and ultimately that they have found all this out
through anonymous twitter accounts.
“I will never take it.” They say, proud and tall and yet you
see blankness in their eyes. What I call the ‘Sheep-age’
masses to these unproven theories. I choose to be one with
the ‘Sheep-age’ masses who actually believe men AND
women of science rather than unknown personas video
taping eerie messages in their basements about cryptic
things like ‘The Elite’ or ‘The Antichrist is about to rise.” I
do like these friends of mine, they’re entertaining, wild,
they remind me of when I believed in unicorns flying over
us while we slept. I need them, you see- I need fantastical,
believe in the different kind of people. I don’t think I’ve
liked them very much during all this however, ultimately
during a time of maximum stress, the ‘ might throw myself
out the window’ stress, I found myself wanting truth more
than anything. I wanted reality, a sit down and a voice
with all the answers. I wanted to breath, to take my kids
off on holiday without being too worried about the person
right next to us on the plane, or if the arm rest is stained
with someone’s residue of saliva and sweat. Things, I
confess- I never thought about before.
People say they’ve learned in 2020, they’ve found answers,
they’ve learned much about themselves, that it was the
year of reckoning or whatever. I would rather not list that
here because it has been listed everywhere and I’ve rolled
my eyes every time. I sit here as I write this, pondering this
insistent need for humans to ‘learn’ something- calamity
strikes and everyone is out to ‘learn’ something. I sit here
and take this painful year into my head, into my very
being and I suck it clear. I do not learn, I take, I grasp and
breath- Yes, in the year of Covid catastrophe I breath…
There is nothing other to be learnt here
This woman is happy to report that so called ‘Microchip’
hidden in vaccine is now injected in her left arm. Mild cold
feeling, no fever, a mere dull little dotty ache that is no
longer there while she writes this. Vaccinate, she urges
- Noor Al Noaimi