I was in deep sleep. I was in peace. Dreaming.
Then suddenly I heard a loud noise from the outside.
It sounds like a broken window.
I got up to checked what happened.
To my astonishment I'd learned that someone threw a stone at my house and broken my window.
A few minutes later, I was unconscious.
A stone hits my head.
It happen every day, not only in my house but wherever I am, someone's throwing a stone.
It left me with scars in my body.
There are pebbles that hurt me a bit.
There are stones that had left me bleeding and wounded.
It enraged me at first not knowing who is doing this to me and why.
Who would dare to ruin my peaceful life?
Who would dare to hurt me when I am not hurting anyone?
Then one day I decided to pick up a stone and to my...