Asifa

The silver bright light of the moon was casting a earthly glow over everything as I lay there wide awake besides my mamma and baba under the open sky at our rooftop. My back turned stiff as I lay there on the charpoy (A traditional bedstead, consisting of a wooden frame bordering a set of knotted ropes) unable to hold my excitement as I couldn’t stop thinking about tomorrow, wishing it would come early and oops mamma even scolded me that I should sleep, otherwise I wouldn’t get that bicycle.

Sunddenly afraid from that horrendous thought I shut my eyes tight so mamma could see I’m trying. My 8 year old self said the moon to go away who was trying to play hide and seek with me occasionally hiding behind the clouds, and those twinkling stars who were shining bright in an attempt for me to stay awake, but, all their attempts failed as after sometime I slowly drifted off to my la la land.

The faint sound of the birds chirping could be heard from a distance as I slowly tried to open my eyes but shut it immediately from the sun’s glare. Suddenly I jolted and sat upright wide awake at the sudden thought of what was awaiting me and I couldn’t hold back my excitement as I ran downstairs taking two steps at a time to reach there faster. “Mamma mamma where is my bicycle”, I asked her jumping up and down. She was in the the kitchen making breakfast and answered, “you’ll have to wait till 2 in the afternoon as your baba said he’ll bring it in then”.

As I waited anxiously by the door eyes on the clock ticking tick tock and finally it struck two but still no one at the door and after five minutes I jumped off the floor and ran for the door as I heard the Knock. I hurriedly opened the door and sprang in to Baba’s arms hugging him tightly with twinkling eyes and a big smile on my face. There lay in front of me my gift that I have been anxiously waiting for since two years. As my parents couldn’t afford one before and now finally I have my own. I no longer have to borrow it from the neighbors kids and can ride my own bicycle, My very own and can proudly call it mine.

I insisted on going for a ride on my brand new bicycle, as baba couldn’t tag along as he had work to go to and mamma and baba couldn’t stop me but I insisted, they shook their heads but their eyes shining and I could see the faintest smile they were trying to hide but I caught it. I beamed at them openly pleading them to let me go on my own.

As baba made me promise that I should come back home immediately after two rounds just outside the gate without wandering off for long as it wasn’t safe outside for girl’s to go alone in our village since the recent horrific events of girl’s being kidnapped and other bad things happening these days. After hugging mamma and baba tightly, showing them how I much I love them as they are the world to me as I’m their. I finally took off with my bicycle excited for the adventure lay ahead of me.

While having the time of my life, riding, I lost count of how many hours it has been out here or how far I have wandered from home as the sudden realization struck me of the unknown area I just entered where there wasn’t enough light, as the sun was also setting and this sudden feeling of fear started growing inside me with the warning bells ringing. I heard the few shuffling sounds and the sound of multiple footsteps behind me. And I couldn’t help but think about mamma and baba, their warnings about all the bad things happening around and I sped up the pace of my bicycle to get out of there quickly and reach home safely as I promised.

I tried to paddle harder and faster as the thudding sounds were getting more amd more closer than before. Suddenly, I shrieked loudly as a big manly hand came in contact with my shoulder jerking me off the bicycle and roughly throwing me to the ground. I screamed loudly as a shrill pain shot up my spine from the abrupt contact with the hard ground.

My mouth went numb as the man slapped me harshly across the face to shut me up. I watch with a horrified expression on my face, as there weren’t only one but five big man, one holding me while the other four standing behind him with a sickly disgusting smirk on their faces. My innocent 8 year old self couldn’t decipher as to why they were hurting me or what they would do to me as I just wanted to go home to mamma baba and wanted to never ever step foot out of the house or break their promise and to follow all the instructions carefully the next time.

I promise mamma baba I’ll obey you the next time this won’t happen ever again pinky promise,but please save me. But, unfortunately it was too late for that promise as the tears started streaming down my face from the excruciating pain the vile barbaric man was causing me physically and mentally, harming my body and tainting my pure soul. I tried to wiggle out of his grip but I couldn’t as he was too strong and I was just an innocent 8 year old child. My small fragile couldn’t handle that much pain the man was causing me, and I lay there motionless while those brutal men turn by turn were painting my body with red blood.

I lay there motionless breathing my last ragged breaths as how much pain can a child endure, it was too much.” I am sorry mamma and baba I broke the promise I made please forgive me, I Love you”, were the last words spoken by that innocent self as she took her last breath and finally the angelic soul left leaving behind a small broken body painted in red and purlple bruises. Her body lay there still and powerless, her eyes wide open with horror as though she was recalling the horrified incident again and agajn and couldn’t forget what took place with her but, sadly, she was motionless as she had already left this cruel place full of saidstic people.

She must be questioning in the end asking her rapists, what was her fault? What did she do to deserve all this? What danger was her innocent 8 year old child to them? Why her? Why even anyone else like her?

As it happens everyday around the world where this happens to innocent pure children. Why? What’s their fault? Were they threat to anybody? How can someone even think of doing that to those sinless souls? How?

Surely no human would think of doing that. They were definitely not humans, they were the sadistic bastards who disguise themselves as humans but in real they’re just monsters trying to fulfill their Sickly monstrous desires without even thinking of the consequences that those children are someone’s entire world so how could they? Don’t they have their own children, sisters mother? Anyone? Surely they don’t as the one who has would never perform such sick act and they are definitely Not Humans.

#JusticeforAsifa

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Catalyst

As the sunlight enters my room through the window, I hide my face with the pillow and start groaning by thinking about the same boring routine ahead. I finally wake up after much protest and perform the same ritual of showering, brushing teeth, getting ready having breakfast and heading to school. I cringe by even thinking about what is awaiting me at school like always. The same insults, curses, beatings by others because I am fat and I deserve this treatment I guess cuz I really am ugly. I can see myself in the side mirror of a car. A girl with the rough curly brown hair, wearing an oversized shirt to hide all those scars and beatings along with all that fat. All in all, an unattractive hideous girl of 17 is staring back at me.

I sometimes wonder what’s the purpose of my existence? why am I even living? Do I even deserve this treatment? All those curses and looks? why? Even my family is ashamed of me. So why am I even breathing? Because the only thing a person wants is, to be loved! That’s all. To be loved, by everyone or anyone. Just this want, to be loved, makes us want to live, to breath, to smile and most of all, this allows us to love ourselves and others.

This, being loved is the catalyst that breaths life into our souls or slowly and gradually takes it away from our souls. So, it makes it or breaks it.

Little by little, this catalyst surely is taking life away from me, day by day it’s waining, I can feel it. How I no longer feel the need to laugh, smile, talk and most of all it’s at the end. You know it’s the end, when you no longer want to love anyone and it surely is at last stage, when you stop loving yourself!

The moment this catalyst takes all the energy away from your soul, you no longer want to breath or even live. You’re just merely existing with outer layer breathing but totally dead from inside, just like me. And there comes a time when you want to end this also. End all of this. So that people around you will no longer feel ashamed, atleast you’ll be doing a favour to them by not existing.

But then, one morning this incident happened and it changed it all.Changed my entire life, for good.

One day as I was walking home from school.I saw a feet away on the road side, two childrens one boy and girl of 10 and 6 respectively. Their appearance unkempt with dirty clothes on and begging from strangers for money. As they saw an ice-cream stand a little far from them they ran at it. As they both stared at the icecream like it’s the only secret to their happiness. The boy started counting the few coins he had and bought one icecream since he didn’t have money to buy two and gave it to the little girl. After watching the whole scene, I went to them and bought one icecream and gave it to the boy and after that what happened, it changed my life. The boy and girl hugged me and said thankyou with this big goofy smiles and their faces gleaming with happines. I felt at that moment, the feeling of being loved by someone even for a moment. I was the reason for adding fuel to someones catalyst. They felt, they were being loved by someone, they felt hopeful just by this small gesture of mine.

After that I knew I was always looking at it the wrong way all along. I knew my catalyst was taking my life away and now I know how to bring it all back. Why not add the fuel to my catalyst by loving others? Why not give it to those who really need it, want it, whose catalysts are also taking their lives little by little. So why not add a fuel to their catalyst? You just have to look around, truly look around to find all those people. Believe me, there are many we just have to look. And you never know, by doing that your fuel might start increasing day by day and you’ll start loving yourself, and everyone will surely start loving you. Well , they always have, you were just looking it the wrong way.

So, let’s add fuel to everyone’s catalysts! Love others, you’ll automatically start loving yourself!! Life is beautiful, it’s just how you look at it!!

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Beauty of Black

As I gaze up at the beautiful picturesque of stars glowing in the dark sky and wonder how can stagnation be so beautiful. Those dead bright stars in the sky are more alive than I’ll ever be. The stars eyes fixated at the pure souls, souls who are watching them and wondering how can something dead be so gorgeously amazing, speaking the unspoken truth of the unseen.

I can see, it’s the pitch black surrounding them that makes them glitter. The darker it is, the brighter it let those stars sparkle like a diamond.

The black is sacrificing the beauty of itself letting others shine, oh how more perfect can you be?

As I look around at the pure white glistening souls. The black scars on it are more prominent to the others, as they’re glancing at it and grimacing at it’s ugliness. But those black scars are the sole reason of enhancing the beauty of that soul. Those scars are the reason everyone can see the pure parts of the soul and making it glisten more, showing how perfect it is.

Those scars are revealing the untold stories of all the hardships and sacrifices it went through and still stood it’s ground hence exhibiting the bravery of the soul. Scars are the actual reason making it more human as perfect humans are filled with scars of battles they went through.

You are still sacrificing your beauty to make others beautiful, oh how more perfect can you be?

As the whole world is filled with indefinite colors making it a marvelous place to live in. Every single color is full of liveliness and happiness to the people gazing at it, making them joyful and alive except black. Black is the colour of death, fear, infinity, loneliness, abandonment, scars, gloominess, hollowness. This is how everyone looks at you.But I can see the real you.

How every colour is beautiful from outside just like us humans, as we tend to show our qualities and good sides and hiding our dark true faces outside.

We humans are just like these colors of infinite ranges.

I can see the real you, black. How you are filled inside with infinite bright colours of every range making you awestruck-ingly gorgeous beyond imagination. But you still hide it inside you just showing the darkness on outside. You are opposite to us human.We try to hide our dark secret inside us but you show it upfront and conceal your beauteousness inside.

Just to make others sparkle you sacrifice yourself, oh how more perfect can you be?

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Fight your battles yourself

Before you judge my life, my past or my character… Walk in my shoes, walk the path I have traveled, live my sorrow, my doubts, my fear, my pain and my laughter.. Remember, everyone has a story. When you’ve lived my life then you can judge me…!!! And this is what being empathetic means.

I still remeber how we all used to make a gang and rule all over school and always had each others back. How others would look at us through jeaolusy that we always were together and no one would dare separate us.

From those foolish card games to playing teacher teacher and buying the chalk and duster through our weeks pocket money. How we used to fake play, of traveling to different countries and bringing along gifts for eveyone in return. I still remeber those days when no one could weaken our bond because we all were together beacuse had a special bond. To the people we were just cousins, but to each other we all were more than that.

Now as I am looking at those days, I am trying to find where was the loop hole when we lost each other?, how did the bond weaken? But I couldn’t find the answers.Is it bacause we all are mature now and those were just childish promises? and we are now past those pahses, or is it because our prorities are different now and we aren’t satisfied with what we have and we want more, or else the real reason is that the bond was never there it was all fake just to past that phase faking all those plays, happiness and joys we all shared together it was all fake.

Now not only have I lost all of you even the one who I thought would always understand me, doesn’t. Sister, I thought our bond was the strongest among every other bond. We didn’t have to speak and just through a look we would understand each other. What happened to us? They say eyes are the gate to the persons soul so can’t you see the pain, suffering I’m going through everyday? Can’t you see just by looking at me what I’m going through?. I guess I was wrong all along. No one understands you on your toughest times. You just have yourself and no one else. So, in the end we all have to fight our batlles alone no one would come to rescue us. Fight your own battles yourself and show them what you’ve got. You don’t need anyone else. You’re okay on your own.

Fight your battles yourself.

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One act of kindness can change lives

I can see the golden rays of sun playing hide and seek with clouds and painting a beautiful picture in the sky as I stare at my reflection in the nearby side mirror of a car, a young boy of 13 years is staring back at me wearing dirty and torn clothes, I sigh at my appearance and move forward to perform my daily task and start sorting out wrappers and dry papers from the pile of garbage on the side road. I try to find useful things which can land me more money and put them in my plastic bag hanging on my back as I move on. I can hear the laughter of two friends from afar as they are making their way to school wearing backpacks and uniform as I stare longingly at the book in one’s hand. The thing which has a totally different world inside, through which I can travel through space, time and there is no limit. I can imagine whatever I can, but how? How can I do that? When I don’t know how to read? I am only one step away from becoming the wise person but how can I? Who will come forward to help me do that? No one! No one has so far, so why will they in the future? I wish I could read all those books I found while picking garbage and had to hide it in the secret place so my father couldn’t find it and sell it just because we’ll get more money and can buy a day’s meals from it. But how can I? Because they are the world to me, a hope for me to the better future even though they are torn from inside just like me. I wish someone would come to me and teach me. How grateful I’ll be to that person, he can never imagine. He’ll be the reason for my better future and I’ll be the reason for someone else’s. But, l can only wish. I wish I could read I wish.

Then, one day as I was continuing my same routine of picking garbage, a young man around 25 years came to me and started asking my name but I was too afraid to answer so I didn’t reply him at first then after he asked that one question and I didn’t realize the answer would change my entire life. He asked if I was interested in studying and I don’t know what came upon me I straight away said yes! And after that he asked me if I was interested in studying and I straight away nodded my head with tears streaming down my face and after that day we would meet at the same place for two hours and he taught me each and everything. He was,
The one who taught me how to see,

not only what’s in front but the other side of the picture to be able to see the depth of everything. One, only a lucky few can see.
The one who taught me how to think. Not only what seems to be the truth but what’s the truth behind the lie. One, only a lucky few can do.
The one who taught me how to find my own soul which was lost playing hide and seek with me, only a lucky few can find.
I am lucky because I met an angel who has shown me the secret door to find my own self in this world of lost souls.
But, from the start I asked this question to myself, why? Why he was doing this? Why? Then I asked him one day and he answered with a smile on his face, “I was waiting when you would ask me and I’m glad you did. I am not the one who is doing this alone l, we have group of 30 friends who started this to. We were fed of blaming the system for all our problems and ti give opportunity to every children, citizen to study and have a meaningful life but then we realized one day the problem wasn’t in the state the problem was in ourselves, so we started to talk about this issue of our own self to start this practice mass agitation against our silence by taking things in our own hands and try to take part in a minuscule change if we can. So we started this initially by 5 people, of changing a single life by teaching them not only academics but basically how to be a better human and then it expanded and more people joined us now we are 30 people and thus will increase further as the one who we are teaching will also change someone else’s life.”
I was so touched by the concept that I promised myself I would also join this practice and how he saved my life and made me better.I would also try to help others around me and hopefully this positive, nonviolent practice of agitation will help change entire lives.

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An Orphan

His hands are trembling as he is holding the baby of 5 days with difficulty but making sure not to drop the baby as he moves forward dragging his feet against the rough surface on the sidewalk making sure to hide the baby inside the cloth draped on him so no one could see what he is holding on his hands on 3 am at night. He could hear the sound of dogs barking far away and shadows of junkies as he tries to pass by them quietly and head towards his destination.

The tears are streaming down his face as he’s trying to control the sob that’s trying to break through his body but couldn’t stop himself as he sobs trying to muffle the sounds so the few shadows lurking in the dark at the corner of street couldn’t hear or detect him.He finally reaches there and could see the wooden cot beside the closed door of the orphanage.

He can still remember that day just 5 days ago now it’s like it’s been years since then, the day where his beautiful wife died giving birth to her daughter, she died because of him she was too weak at that time and because he couldn’t provide her proper meals a day just because he was unable to take care of her. It’s his fault that her wife died and after that left this beautiful angel all to himself to take care of. It was difficult to come out of that grief but he has come to his senses to take care of the only thing left behind of her wife, his daughter. As days passed he still couldn’t make money out of the multiple jobs he does from polishing shoes of others to lifting heavy carts he still couldn’t make much to buy those costly powder milk for her daughter and as he has to go for job he has to take her with him because it was too risky to leave her behind but the baby couldn’t stop crying because the only meal she got was cereal and water lots of water to drink but what she wanted was her mother so she couldn’t stop crying since days. He knew he can’t take care of her like this, he has to let her go she deserves much better life than this, a better future,a mother. He didn’t want to do this but he knows he has to for her, for her wife, he can’t lose her like he lost his wife.He weeps and sobs loudly because he’ll always be a monster to her daughter which he never wanted her to remember him like that.

Present.

His hands tremble while doing this horrendous thing to his own daughter but he knows he has to do this it’s the only choice he has.He knows it’s time to say goodbye as tears are streaming down his face as he showers her 5 days old daughter with kisses and holds her for dear life and remember or even engrave his mind from this feeling of holding his angel for one last time as he has to let go her now for forever, for her, for her future as she deserves better, better than she has now and puts her gently into the and cot and drapes a blanket on her with one last kiss on her forehead and walks away not looking behind as he knows he won’t be able to stop himself from breaking down. He walks away forgetting that the innocent baby needs nothing in this world more than her father’s love that that’s the only thing she’ll need to survive more than anything, nothing less nothing more and now this innocent life will live her life never knowing the real story of herself of her loving father and mother and will always live hating both of them because it’s them who made her an Orphan.

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A Brave Soul

I hear mommy calling my name as I am running around with my friends in the garden at front of my house.I stopped playing and went home with my little brother of 3 trailing behind me who was busy playing hide and seek with his little friends.”Yes mommy? We are home” I said as I could smell something yummy. “I’m in the kitchen honey” momma replies.”mommy!! Are you making chocolate chip cookies?”, I ask while running straight into the kitchen.”Yes honey,but wash your hands first also help your brother washing hands”, she replies. After washing hands me and my brother sat on the stool while mommy served us my favourite chocolate chip cookies. As I was gobbling down my cookies momma started saying the same things she alway says after my little brother was born, “ honey, you are a big girl now almost 8 this year you have to look out for your brother,take care of him, see! again! there is cut on his finger, I’m sure it happened while he was playing outside and you weren’t even looking out for him,so take good care of him from now on okay?”,momma asked and I replied with yes mommy I will! While still paying less attention to her and more to my cookies.It was night time as mama and papa gave us our goodbye kiss and switched off the lights.

I closed my eyes and went to my dreamland of fairies and unicorns. BOOM…BOOM I woke up sweating and scared as I heard loud voices coming from outside the voice of bombs hitting houses, the whole house was shaking and I was so scared I screamed loudly mommy,daddy where are you I’m scared please stop this please!! Suddenly a loud Boom came and I could see everything collapsing walls,floors and I screamed for mommy daddy but no one was coming to save me and all I could see was dark after that.When I opened my eyes, I couldn’t see anything all I could see was darkness and I was scared that the monsters would come and eat me so I screamed mommy help me, I’m scared I promise I’ll be good girl from now on I won’t do anything bad I promise I even won’t steal cookies from the jar I promise mommy just save me mommy from the monsters, I cried loudly as all could feel was a huge weight above me like the whole house was above me as I could feel the dirt and big stones around me, crushing me. After sometimes I suddenly heard sounds of digging above me and a ray of sunshine was peeking from the hole and after that I could see a hand and after more digging someone reaching for me and helping me out from beneath that big stones surrounding me.

As I opened my eyes outside all I could see was stones, dirt around me and smoke coming out of different places and it was like everything was destroyed like there was never beautifully built houses there and I all I could hear was people screaming, crying for their family as I stood there for few seconds then started crying and running around to find my perfect house, the garden where me and brother played and most of all my momma, papa and my brother but all I could see was dirt everywhere and screams but as I moved forward I saw my momma and pappa lying around on the ground few steps away and my little brother grabbing mommas hand and shaking her trying to wake her up but she wasn’t answering back as I ran to them and started shaking them trying to wake them up momma,papa wake up! Wake up! Moma wake up! I’m so scared why aren’t you answering me momma! answer me momma what happened where is our home? Moma tell me? Please wake up! Please wake up! As me and my brother was crying trying to wake them up few people came and started carrying mama and pappa and put them inside big bags that they have in hospital I screamed and cried don’t take momma papa away please where are you taking them don’t take them away! A man stopped crouching down to my position and said your momma and papa is far away now they are with God now honey! Now you are a big girl, you have to take care of your brother okay?And they took them away.

As I sat there with dirty clothes with my brother sleeping on my lap I knew momma and papa will never come from now on, momma you said I’m a big girl now so I will show you I’m truly a big girl now momma papa don’t worry! I would take good care of my brother I know I’m not alone you both will always be with us,still mommy I’m really scared but I promised you I won’t let anything happen to him from now on and will take good care of him.I miss you momma papa!! I will fight! If I’ll have to save my brother from the world,I will! Because mommy I’m a fighter your fighter!

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