By : Hatem Dhwibi

 

Where you were born, where you were raised, where you live, there are always people who care. They care about what you did, do, and what you will do. They care if you laugh and they care if you cry, they care if you are upset and they care if you smile. I had people who care, but as I moved to America I started to realize that I am on my own. It was 4:00 am in the morning, and I was standing outside, it was just me and the silent walls. The weather was not that cold but I was freezing, because I felt what it is like to be alone. I knew that no one could understand so I talked to God but God did not answer, eventually he will. My body was standing but my spirit was walking around the streets of Fort Smith. The streets were calm and beautiful, they were silent but the walls were talking and I could hear them. I could hear them because there were pictures on these walls speaking out to me.

I was not the only one who hides under the wings of darkness, there were other people who can only speak when it’s dark. My words speak for me and their paintings speak for them. These paintings were reflections of their souls. I have asked who did these paintings and apparently most of the people don’t know because they didn’t see them. I did not see them too but I saw that they were trying to tell something, so I kept staring at these paintings until the sunrise.

This article would be one of my shortest articles, because it is not about places I advice readers to visit, it is not about a history that I want people to know about. This article is a letter for my readers to try to be aware of the things that we may not be able to see but we have to feel. People have secrets, thoughts, people have gifts, passions, but every single one has his or her own way to say what should be said, and I want the people to start listening to the things that they cannot hear.

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About Cool Burn Hatem

Hatem Dhwibi, a.k.a CooL Burn. A black guy from South Tunisia, kebili. Born in the second of december, 1988, but for him, he's not born yet. His life, the life he's looking forward didn't start yet. Cool Burn is the nickname he picked up for himself as a reflection of his person. Cool because he smiles, whether its time for a smile or not, he says : "i smile because i can". Burn, because he's burning from the inside, flames no one knows about, may be even no one could understand, so he's keeping himself a secret. Graduated from the higher institute of languages as an english teacher, he got the impression of his teachers and colleges especially during oral presentation sessions. He wanted to carry on courses but life didn't want him to. He lives in big-small city in the south. Big in space but small in content. He says : "dreams is what keeps me alive" He is ambitious, his dreams has no limits. He achieved some and still struggling for the rest. His father died when he was 13 years old, that left him a scar. 13 years after the death, he made the first song about his father called "R.i.P dad", in which he describes what happened that day and what he felt and of course using english language, making a duet with his friend whose father died recently. Music for him is a release, a remedy, so he writes, sometimes he records when able, other times he just keep his verses on papers. His mom is his first lady, he says :" no one and nothing comes before mom even i" Not much seen in his life but enough for him to learn how to survive. Contact info: Email : hatem.dhwibi@gmail.com Facebook : Hatem Cool Burn Fone : +216 28 086 670