By Suzy Kassem
There once was a village where the king had ordered all his people to only work and live at night, and sleep throughout the entire day…
For years, the people lived alone, isolated in darkness – because their selfish king happened to be an insomniac. If anybody opened their eyes during the day, the monitoring guards were ordered to immediately execute the individual. Slowly, the children started getting sick and the old began dying. But the king blamed these events on the candles that were brought in from a nearby village…
Eventually, a young doctor spoke up and said to the king, “Without the rays of the sun to light up our souls, heal and feed our bodies, we will all die.” But the king had the doctor executed.
A year later, the villagers spent most of their time digging graves instead of building more houses. One day, another brave soul told the king, “If we go against the way of nature, the normal cycle of life, we will all die.” Like those who had previously spoken up against the king, the man was quickly executed.
For years after that, other women and men dared to speak up, and again, each were immediately executed.
Then one day, the king suddenly died in his sleep, and the gates of the village flung open with excitement.
The villagers danced and celebrated under the sunlight. And that night, they threw the biggest feast and invited all their neighbors. But to the surprise of many, the event quickly escalated into a riot. Fights broke out and many villagers began arguing over the king’s belongings. Within the first two hours of the celebration, the village had been overtaken by theft, rape, and the mishandling of the old and poor. Nobody understood what could have gone wrong. Was life truly better under their selfish king?
No. It was not. But all the good people who had dared to take a stand for what they believed was right, were now all gone. — Suzy Kassem