I am a fighter

​When I opened my eyes in this world and can see the beautiful bright smiles of my mommy and daddy  as they held me delicately in their arms like I’m their most expensive jewel that will break even with a little scratch. Their love for me remained the same as days passed like I was the most beautiful blessing in their lives. As time passed, I could see the worries in their eyes as I reached my 2 and a half years of age and couldn’t walk or talk like a normal kid would do but they pushed it away as I was their whole world, ‘their prince’ so for them I was perfect the way I was. As I reached the age of 7, I can see their worries doubled,which they tried to hide but couldn’t hide so perfectly, as they knew their fears were becoming real. I don’t know why, but I would sit idle for hours and hope that other kids my age would come to me, play with me instead of giving me those weird looks like I wasn’t one of them and I would wait and wait but no one came to play with me.I also wanted to play, run and go to school like my brother but I couldn’t. Everytime I tried to put my  energy equal to a big giant bear to move my feet and walk let alone stand up but only my fingers would move a little and then all my energy would drain away just like an ice melting on a scorching heat of desert. Mommy I can see how strong you are everytime when some one tries to look at me with pity in their eyes and you would glare at them like a raging tigress trying to protect her pup from getting hurt. Even now it’s been 16 years and I am still the same but you still look at me the same loving way that you did the first time you saw me, how can you still love me so much mommy? when I have given you nothing but pain my entire life, I can clearly hear those sobs echoing through these walls every night when you go to sleep and try to hide those tears from me. I know how much it’s hurting you watching me like this, a helpless person. I know mommy you are just afraid what would become of me when you won’t be here for me but you don’t have to worry about me mommy, I just want you to take care of yourself for once and think about yourself for once, go out and have fun like other normal people would do, and forget about me for once and imagine how perfect your life would be without me. I know you think that your life is perfect because of me that’s why mommy I’m trying, I’m trying really hard to fight back with all my heart and soul to walk, talk and say those words magical words ‘mommy’ that you have been dying to hear since 16 years. I would fight back mommy,  Just for you and show you how much I love you because mommy I’m a fighter your fighter.

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A blessing or a curse

A girl of fourteen is busy on her laptop her younger sister beside her trying to persuade her sister to make barbie dresses with her like they used to before but ends up disappointed when she brushes her off.Then she hears the pitter patter sound and sprints off to the window and giggles as the drops of rain  tickle her cute little face and runs off to the backyard with her sister. The sound of their giggles and laughter can be heard from the distance as they chase each other in the heavy down pour forgetting they haven’t played since three years.
As the rain watches the scene in front and asks itself, Aren’t I a blessing?  who’s filling their memories book with happy memories.
The young boy of fifteen gazes at his school consisting of few chairs and a black board standing tall broken from the corners at the sidewalk of the main road and proudly  smiles one last time at His school before heading home.
On the way home thinking about coming up with different ways to arrange flowers so the more beautiful they will look the more people will buy them, thinking how his sister and mother would already have the baskets ready for him to sell.After walking about fifteen minutes he can see his home on the opposite side of the road on footpath with four metal sticks supporting the plastic rooftop which he and his father luckily found from the garbage container.Suddenly he hears a heavy rumble sound coming from the sky and the water falling down heavily like a warrior tearing apart everything on it’s way. He stands there in shock standing still in the same position as he was before as the water drenches him completely from head to toe but he cares less as he is watching his own home which he made with so much hard work and love with his family coming down piece by piece and the means of their earn. He watches helplessly as the flowers his mother had put in the basket getting mixed with dirt and going down the drain with rain water. His entire world, his precious home and their means of earning is being destroyed as he stands there vulnerable and defenceless. His tears mixing with the rain water gushes down his face as he cries harder at the irony that rain has to meddle with everything, even he can’t cry alone in peace.

As the rain watches the scene in front and asks itself, Aren’t I a curse? who is filling their memories book with sadness.

Teacher

 My mother bids me farewell as she fixes my school uniform and walks me out the door while handing me the lunchbox. As I  walk my thirteen year old self to school and try to control the tears that desperately want to escape, the same school where I have been studying since nine years. Can I even call it a school? School is a place where you learn but am I even going to a school where I get beaten up by the so called teacher just because I don’t know what the  correct answer is? If only my mother knew the truth.But then, what is the purpose of the teacher? Is he not there to correct me if I am wrong and teach me how to find the correct answer. If only I had a teacher who’ll teach me the way to find my own self. Every night I write few words in my diary  and wish that they will be true someday maybe someday.
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 hear,

Not only the chirpings of the bird but what’s the real mesaage they are trying to convey.One, only a lucky few can understand.
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 talk,

Not only using some language but through the universal language understood by everyone. One, only a lucky few can talk.
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 wish I’ll have a chace to proudly say this one day!

I am lucky because I have a teacher who has shown me the secret door to find my own self in this world of lost souls.

  I wish I could, I wish!

Teacher

 My mother bids me farewell as she fixes my school uniform and walks me out the door while handing me the lunchbox. As I  walk my thirteen year old self to school and try to control the tears that desperately want to escape, the same school where I have been studying since four years. Can I even call it a school? School is a place where you learn but am I even going to a school where I get beaten up by the so called teacher just because I don’t know what the  correct answer is? If only my mother knew the truth.But then, what is the purpose of the teacher? Is he not there to correct me if I am wrong and teach me how to find the correct answer. If only I had a teacher who’ll teach me the way to find my own self. Every night I write few words in my diary  and wish that they will be true someday maybe someday.
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 hear,

Not only the chirpings of the bird but what’s the real mesaage they are trying to convey.One, only a lucky few can understand.
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 talk,

Not only using some language but through the universal language understood by everyone. One, only a lucky few can talk.
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 wish I’ll have a chace to proudly say this one day!

I am lucky because I have a teacher who has shown me the secret door to find my own self in this world of lost souls.

  I wish I could, I wish!

Teacher

 My mother bids me farewell as she fixes my school uniform and walks me out the door while handing me the lunchbox. As I  walk my thirteen year old self to school and try to control the tears that desperately want to escape, the same school where I have been studying since four years. Can I even call it a school? School is a place where you learn but am I even going to a school where I get beaten up by the so called teacher just because I don’t know what the  correct answer is? If only my mother knew the truth.But then, what is the purpose of the teacher? Is he not there to correct me if I am wrong and teach me how to find the correct answer. If only I had a teacher who’ll teach me the way to find my own self. Every night I write few words in my diary  and wish that they will be true someday maybe someday.
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 hear,

Not only the chirpings of the bird but what’s the real mesaage they are trying to convey.One, only a lucky few can understand.
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 talk,

Not only using some language but through the universal language understood by everyone. One, only a lucky few can talk.
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 wish I’ll have a chace to proudly say this one day!

I am lucky because I have a teacher who has shown me the secret door to find my own self in this world of lost souls.

  I wish I could, I wish!

Why I don’t read

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 11 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 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. The thing with which I can become the richest person.I can imagine whatever I can, but How? How can I do that? How can I? When I don’t know how to read? I am only one step away from becoming the rich and 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? Cause 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.But, l can only wish.I wish I could read I wish. Why can’t I read? Why I don’t read? Why?