Fiction

Sadia Tabassum

She was screaming and crying inside, trying to hide all her pains from the world. A little girl of 11. She did not know what the proper meaning of happiness was, but one thing she knew very well – rather all too well – the betrayal of life. She knew well that she was a guest in this beautiful world only for a few months or few days. She was bound to accept the heartless reality of the world she was yet to fully see. She was destitute to accept that indescribable pain and live.

A little bud just of 11. She was battling with all her emotions to accept the terrible truth of her death.

 But she was a warrior, she went to school, played with her friends, helped her mother in the kitchen, and father in his work. She was trying to make others happy in her last few moments. She was trying her best to act like a normal human being, but the eyes of the society was hovered onto her like an invisible ghost – they were the constant reminders of her irredeemable fate. On an interesting note, those gazes were also the ringing bells for her to realize that although she was just like any other human, she was different at the same time, that she was to experience an otherworldly phenomenon sooner than anyone else she knew.

She was different from millions or billions of the others. But as it turned out, the blessing formatted its shape into that of a curse for that little bud. Although she was famous and everybody knew her in one name, living itself was not quite as you would expect it, or what she would, for that matter. She almost had to lose her touch with the reality as she was afraid of her own face than death itself. With all body parts just like any other girl, she had grown an extra head loosely attached over her original brain-box, a four-eyed ‘monster,’ if you will.

Now she is beyond the world you and I know of.

She is in the dark,

Burning on the inside.

Slightly breathing,

She had lost the light of her life.

She is at the middle of a lightless end,

An unnamable sadness-

Flowers faded.

And a passer-by, she is waiting for her monster to face.

But wait … was it a little streak of light she saw at the end of the line?