We were searched!

The American masters were here yesterday! They entered the Takyah, the voice of their boots organized the beats of our hearts…. we were asked to gather in a circle, always in circles….he looked at everyone…then he told the interpreter: ask the old man what the story of this one?
Why did he pick me among all!
Our Sheik answered him: he is a man of Allah…just a poor man who joined us recently; he is a poor man SIR.
I thought that our only Sir is Mohammed! But what difference does it make, we were told that all are masters and we are the servants of all.
What is the computer doing here? The American Master asked?
-He searches for spiritual sources SIR on the internet!
-I don’t like this guy, he better stay out of troubles.
-We are peaceful people SIR.
They ordered us to leave.
I hate you my beloved, this humiliation is your entire penalty for I loved you as much as no one can ever love you.
I am lost, I started to hate these rooms, but at least they keep me safe from the rest of the world, here nothing exists but you, I can spend all my time meditating and enjoying to be tortured by your memory.

I love you