William Shakespeare
Come, let us be dogs If you and I were to be dogs, in a village, in a zoo, in a flock of sheep, we would have lived together. If we were unowned, we could have taken our house near a butcher’s-shop, yet as a daisy couple, we could have looked for flashy bones, while whiffing at the stone throwing kids. Winter could’ve wetted us together, laughed at summer, and made jokes of it. We could bark if we like, I could raised a leg, and pee at a pole, or a tree. We wouldn’t have to have on us, birth certificates and citizenship cards. Without passports, we could’ve crossed the artificial borders. If I was a male dog and you were a female dog, for a dowery contract, we could’ve not needed a fake Mulla. In a ruin we could’ve coupled up, you, in a very dark dwelling, would’ve been left alone, so that you and I could be the parent of; brown, grey, white, and black puppies. In a greenish loyalty, we could struggle. If we were dogs, we didn’t need to know fabric sellers, nor we needed tailors. Like water for eternity, very naked, no one could tell us, why your skirt is so short. No one could have told me: May your Arak liquor be your poison drink! No one could monitor our mobiles! Hundreds of spies could not follow us. No one could hack us. We would not shiver, for our three months of retirement payments. We would have not been in debts to pay our utility bills! We would have not paid half of our salaries for medicines. In a coffee shop, fear would have not surrendered us. If you and I were to be dogs, I would have not visited an optometrist, nor you were thinking of a plastic surgery for your noise. No one could have asked us why don’t you kiss the hand that touched the black stone, or why don’t you throw a stone at the devil? If we were dogs, We would have not occupied a piece of land for a grave, nor we passed our full names for the grave writer engrave them. We would have not been renters. Nor we would have entertained late guests to fill our brains with lies. If we were dogs, neither you were having chores in a women’s organization, and nor would I have held an arm for a party; changing my trenches and meal tables. Come, let us be dogs
Come, let us be dogs. A most intriguing proposition indeed. If thou and I were to take on the form of these loyal creatures, what a life we could lead. In a village or a zoo, in the midst of a flock of sheep, we would roam together, free from the constraints of human society. Unowned, we would make our home near a butcher's shop, scavenging for bones and playfully chasing after children. Winter's chill and summer's warmth would be but fleeting moments to us, as we revel in our canine existence. No birth certificates or citizenship cards would burden us, no passports to restrict our movements. We could cross borders with ease, exploring the world without hindrance. As male and female dogs, we would not need a Mulla's blessing for our union. In the ruins of a forgotten building, we would create our own family, raising puppies of all colors in a bond of loyalty and love. In our canine form, we would be free from the judgments of others. No fabric sellers or tailors to dictate our appearance, no one to question the length of your skirt or the contents of my drink. Our mobiles would remain untouched, our privacy unassailed by spies or hackers. No need for retirement payments or utility bills, no debts weighing us down. Our health would be our own responsibility, not a burden of costly medicines. Fear would not cloud our minds in a coffee shop, nor would we seek out vain surgeries to alter our natural forms. As dogs, we would embrace simplicity and authenticity. No need for graves or engraved names, no landlords or late-night visitors. Our lives would be our own, unencumbered by the trappings of human society. So come, let us be dogs. Let us revel in the freedom and innocence of their existence, embracing a life of loyalty and companionship. Let us cast aside the worries and complications of humanity and find solace in the simple joy of being together, bound only by love and the shared experience of our canine souls.