You have three magic genie wishes, what are you asking for?
But I neither need your magic nor wishes.
I will lock the small door of the rusty lantern and hand it to one of the new robots. I’ll give my orders to take that lantern with its occupant on one of the spaceships and deliver it straight to hell.
We’ve had enough of the genies in the world turning it upside down. Your wishes will be granted. The servant kept its word. Honest is that genie. Truly honest. That’s what old stories tell. Oh, poor children, poor us, to believe and imagine life will be rosy if only we have that lantern once!
But haven’t we ever thought why that genie was imprisoned in the lantern in the first place? No, we just need our wishes to come true.
Aren’t we capable of making our wishes come true? Yes, but why not take the shortcut.
What if one wishes for revenge, for destruction, for their own powerful survival? Of course, that’s also included in the genie’s package. Haven’t we let the genie out? That was his job, his one main job. Why else was he caught and sentenced to eternal prison in the lantern?
What about others who are wishing for peace, love, friendship, and happy life? Oh, sure the genei wouldn’t mind help with that somehow, but don’t blame him when others’ wishes blast those noble dreams into ashes.
Thank you very much, but I’ve grown out of the genie’s lies.
With all the best wishes,
Nahla






