Covid-19: For God’s sake, open the roads…

by time news

2023-06-28 07:05:08

From the series “Letters to the President”.

Rovshan Hajibeyli

Dear Mr. President!

After much thought, I decided to write you a letter. Although they call me Covid-19 in your country, I came to Azerbaijan in 2020, or rather, I was brought. I fell into the trap of your officials. I don’t know them, I was deeply shaken by this. Frankly, since the day I was born, I had heard many things about your charming country, and that’s why I immediately wanted to come to this country, meet its people and you, who have many years of presidential experience, in person. It’s a pity, your desire as a people remained in my heart, they didn’t even allow me to approach your handavar. However, I wasn’t upset, I wasn’t hurt, I wasn’t angry, being welcomed here as a dear guest seemed to give me the world. Although I could not meet you, in other words, may God bless the poor, I was their guest, they all opened their doors to me…

In the early days, there were people who panicked about my arrival: especially among your officials, security guards. In time, everything worked out. In fact, it didn’t take much time, we soon found a language with yours. Whatever happened, they pushed me forward, threw everything at me, and banned entry and exit to the country after my arrival. My leg fell off, strangers appeared on television every day, talked about me face to face, scolded me, but when I was alone, they didn’t give up on me like a cow licking a calf, they apologized for what they said to my face, they admitted that they didn’t even dream. It’s as if the Operative Headquarters, TABIB, and the police have divided me among themselves. I still haven’t recovered, and I’m stuck here, I can’t leave.

Your poetic people have a tradition about this:

Real Chinese soil,

My chest is cross-mountainous,

What’s coming and what’s going

Are the roads closed?

Frankly, every time I hear that banter, I get angry, I think I’m the real cause of this moaning, I want to leave. But your DOCTOR, Operational Headquarters (somehow I got rid of the police) does not give up, says that I am still needed. The former head of this institution, Ramin Bayramli, clung to me very tightly, I thought it was out of love, but when you fired him, I knew there was a problem, and I thought that I would be much relieved by his departure. It didn’t happen, the person who replaced him is like him, he is holding on to my collar. I understand that nothing changes when you change the place of people. There is someone, I won’t mention his name, he says, the problem is in the system. I swear to God, everything about the system is the same all over the world, the World Health Organization also confirms it, the color of the hoses can be different, the composition is the same as yours… I see, you also have saboteurs, they come up with such meaningless ideas, muddy the water, they say here, I don’t know, they are pouring water into someone’s mill… But in the 4 years I’ve lived here, I still haven’t been able to understand what this water and mill issue is. If the mill is somewhere, there must be water there, why should they take the trouble to bring water from here in this time of water scarcity? Whoever runs a mill on our side finds the water himself…

Mr. President!

They also slander me, say that I am not too much salt, moreover, they slander me. Until yesterday (25.06.2023), they point to me as the cause of 10 thousand 282 people who died for some reason in your country. I feel guilty about it. To be honest, I regret coming here. As you know, I came from a country whose population is many times larger than yours, it is God’s work, I don’t know what sin I am the owner of that makes me suffer these atrocities. I’ve been working for two years, but I can’t get out of here, as you said in that stalemate, they have blocked my roads, who knows, maybe they have cast a spell…

Even before I came here, I was closely following your domestic and foreign policy. No country in the world, no leader has this courage, this humanism, this iron fist. I am writing this letter to you, relying on your wisdom. I’m sure you won’t leave me without an answer, let me out of the country, curse my father if I turn here again. The Operative Headquarters of your Cabinet of Ministers, TABIB, AZAL, who saw the closing of the roads as an opportunity and raised the prices in God’s spirit… They all blame me for what they did, what kind of a fool have I fallen, God?!

Dear Mr. President!

As I recall, the hatred that some people had towards me at my first visit later turned into love. I admit that I have not seen love on this scale in any of the other countries I have been to. I once again realized the incomparability of your country. While other countries tried to get rid of me as soon as possible, you opened your arms, patted my head, and expressed your desire not to let me go. When I remember these things, I cringe even now. Thank you very much for all this, I express my love and respect to everyone who contributed to my long stay here, I will never forget this kindness, but I want to go, in this country they say that only you know what to do, when and how, for God’s sake, open the way, let me go let me go…

With thanks in advance and regards again, yours Covid-19.

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