Egyptian sniper
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Some events during hunting make me think and review my doing...
One of these events was with a dove...
I saw it over a building...
The distance was 85 yards...
On this day I was hesitant to shoot it...
I do not know why?
Something like a voice within my soul was saying do not shoot this dove, it should live!
But I had not listen to advice...
I pressed the trigger...
The dove fell over the roof....
When I went to get it....
It was bleeding and standing like a statue....
There was a spot of blood beneath dove....
This means that it has not moved from its place since its fall....
I approached dove....
It did not move...
This is unnatural because doves in Egypt are very afraid of people...
Something made dove overcome its instinctive fear of people. Maybe that was a great pain or unknown thoughts in its mind make it do not care...
When I had touched dove, it suddenly a little flew then stood again...
Dove was looking at me...
I saw incomprehensible look in its eye...
I felt that the dove was weeping without tears...
As if it felt its death approaching...
I felt that the dove was blaming me and saying why did you do that? This is my life; I have nothing but this life. You do not have a right to eat me...
For the first time I felt guilty about hunting.I regretted stealing life of this dove...
I remained depressed to the end of the day....
Time was enough to erase the sense of remorse, but remembrance and lesson remain...