I love my family, my brothers, my sisters. We were made in the same factory with the same ingredients. I will miss them so much after I leave for this stupid mission. That Aljhad is planning to use me, no. 74. I will be the cause of all the disarray and dismay in this town of great potential, Cairo. I abhor my life.
I thought I would arrive on this earth with a purpose of colourful ignitions that would be loved by humans of all ages. I can imagine being shot into the sky, accompanied by the giggles of the toddlers, the thrills of the young girls, paean of the parents and overwhelmed elderly ready to share a new experience. The ambience of such joy excites me to fly as high as I can and burn in the most beautiful possible colours. That delightful purpose at least gives a shine of pleasant remembrance. The worst part being, I can’t do a bit about all this. I am useless in making my reactants a little less reactive and creating considerably less detriment. All this compressed gas chokes me, wanting to be released for revel and happiness of the people.
I despise the purpose of my life. I will only be a cause of chaos in this town. If I had the power, I would burn Aljhad and make him feel the torture. His family has been a part of this since generations. The anger he is filled with, I am as well. The problem being, when he gets angry, he can be taught to control it but I am armless. He uses me to empower Egypt, to show his stature, to prove his political power, without a thought for the pain of the innocents and destroy the charismatic city.
He is carrying me now in the car, bought only from corruption and revenue from the innocent. The power is an infectious disease once transmitted, transformation takes a while then. I am supposed to be the strongest of the four they have planned for today.
They have left me inside a car in front of the Police Headquarters. This loneliness is what everyone is afraid of when not in power. The through ceiling makes me feel that will be the one to cause the initial ignition. The ambience inside is completely opposite of the one outside. People are walking by with smiles unaware of making a poor choice of walking by through this stairway to hell. All Aljihad has to do is press that freaking key to blow me up.