Murder...

I wonder what drives a person to end another life. I wonder what kind of rage or stupidity must be present in a person’s heart to be able to end someone’s life.
Two men start an argument. They yell. They scream profanities. They say shit they do not mean. This is an everyday occurrence here in Cairo. There are always fights on the street. Most Egyptians are peaceful people, they yell and then they go on their not so merry ways. In Egypt, you hardly ever hear of fights that go further than yelling. You hardly hear of fights that get violent.
On a street close to the street I call home there was a fight. Men were yelling. They were angry. They yelled and they fought. One went to his car and got a knife. A really big knife. He used that knife. He used it to fight the man. He stabbed the man in his stomach. Blood gushed out and covered his body in seconds. Blood filled the man’s shirt. The man’s eyes filled with fear, shock, and disbelief. It was like you see on TV; the man looked down at himself and opened his mouth in shock. He swaggered. The knife yielding man got in his car and parked further up the road. He walked back to the blood drenched man. He fought him again. He kicked and punched the man. The blood drenched man was helpless. He sat there and took in his last remaining breaths of air. He watched the last seconds of his life fly by. His last memory of life was of a man fighting him. He looked down and saw his own blood. He died.
His body laid there for hours. This man became a newspaper covered lump on the side of the road. This man went from being something to being nothing. This man, with all his hopes and dreams, just stopped existing. This man became a horror story that keeps me awake at night. This man was murdered…