THE DARK LIFE
By Lubnah Abdulhalim
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| Photo Courtesy: commonsensemedia.org |
The
over-flowing rays of the sun overwhelm my face, a beautiful feeling it is. A
feeling that makes me awaken from my hilarious dream; I can see the beautiful,
colourful birds scatter in the bright sunlight, children are busily playing as
their voices ring in the bewilderment, laughing and running after each other.
In the farthest corner, is a small girl hunching with her hands on the tiny
pretty face, facing the wall. She looks lost, in agony that is sweeping her
away with the fast moving wind. Another girl appears, a huge and well looking
girl, just mercilessly, throws a stone to the other. The small girl hunching,
stands up, waving her tiny hands in the air, puppeting them and crying out in
her timid voice,
“Who is
that?”
The huge girl laughs loudly, throws another stone and elegantly walks away. Suddenly, everything becomes dark. The rays of the blooming sun disappears and the children's’ laughter fades away. It becomes so dark and the once ever swaying trees now become like skeleton structures all around the small girl. She starts crying loudly, confused, terrified and agitated- all at once.
The trees are whispering loudly, in a grotesque manner, ‘welcome to reality!’ and yes I turn back to reality. The reality of being in dark always, then I see the familiar face of the timid girl again. This is me, I think to myself. This has always been my life; a life without even a glowing splint in the darkness of misery and stigma. A life of loneliness. A dark never ending life, the life of a blind girl.
