Princess of Sulaibikh
A long time ago, I gave up interest in the opinion of others about me .. I realized that their opinions, whether negative or positive, are like their clothes: they belong to them alone, and I found in this conviction an internal peace that relieved me of the burden of repeated attempts to satisfy people – often – they mean nothing to me.
But there is still an opinion that is very important to me: the opinion of the animals that I saved and care about them, I imagined if they were able to speak, what would you say about me? I think it will not start talking about love, but about amazement and caution from me. Like many people, she is not accustomed to anyone without conditions or opposite.
For example, with regard to the “Wadha” cat, who was afraid of me for many months and refused to approach, and she took a small piece of the plate and escaped, in the end I believed in me, and her youngsters gave me after birth as if she wanted to say: “I am not a friend of my nature and I do not trust human beings, but you are my only choice between life and death.”
As for the “fabric”, which is the fiercest cat’s cats, it always leaves the traces of her claws at the hands of my hand as a close to the surgeon! If she could speak, she said: “I was a sharp knife, but every time you give me food, you were also providing an opportunity to believe that I am not bad, and that despite my whim, there are those who love me as I am.”
A cloth has learned a language other than biting and wound, it has wooed me, and if you did not bite me, it is at least no longer escaped from me or hurts me.
As for the affectionate black cat, “Kafka”, I found it eating grass from hunger, looking for some food and some hope, so I decided not to let him face the cruelty of the world alone, he may say, “You are the only one who did not hide from my country, and you saw me with your heart, not with your eyes, and you did not take care of God from me as humans do for fear of the jinn!”.
Then there is the “planet” of the four -frying mother bitch, and I found it bleeding from her eye after she was beaten. She wiped her blood from the sidewalk, wiped her tears, gathered her children one by one, and I told her I am here, you may think that I am her mother, and you will never forget that I was the only one who heard her barking that day, and I understood that it was a distress call, not a disturbing noise.
I learned from animals in humanity that I did not find for many people. With them I do not need to be perfect, it is sufficient to be present, to put the food dish, wipe my hand on their heads full of tales that will never be told but I know them well.
I am not a superhero, I am an ordinary person in the eyes of humans, but I know completely that I am in the eyes of these innocent beings: life!
