Last Friday, my family decided to go to the mountain and spend their day in nature. I was so upset about something related to my college so I decided to stay at home, with all the messy hair and clothes that look like beggars. Even though I made this decision, I knew in my heart that my parents would not allow me to be alone at home, and the exact opposite happened. And when my father was about to take off, I looked out the window of the house and tears rolled down my eyes and screamed as loud as I could wait for me Mariam houjairy
On that abandoned evening, orphans came to meet one another, in the hope that they would finally taste the sweetness of having a family, the gentleness of a soothing hand, the odor of a loving eye holding a beloved in its arms, food that smells like memories, there, where one can be both; held and free. There were two of them; the night and Sarah. They met, the night had squalls to offer, Sarah had a timid patience. The tremendous wind roared and howled as if saying its hello, Sarah gazed everywhere and said nothing. As the doors of that house bayed their welcome, the rusty windows paid their dance, boldly.
Sarah's fiance stepped inside before her, holding his mother's arm into his. As they entered the house, they directly went to another room, darker than the one Sarah is uncomfortably exploring. They never came back, she felt. Sarah hurried towards the middle of the room, there maybe she could feel a bit safer if she warmed her shivering bones by sitting next to the fireplace; unhappily lit, shyly burning. She had a brown coat on with a blue shirt underneath, but she felt herself naked as that sofa gazed upon her, mesmerizing her brain not to give orders for her skin to feel warm; a chair contributed, a table as well. Hatred was there, and nothing more!
A few minutes later, Sarah's fiance entered the room again, with a bowl full of bananas, wearing his pajamas. He sat on a sofa facing her, turned the television on, raised the sound volume to conquer that of Sarah's breath, but that breath had a drum in his suitcase.
A minute in, a minute out, Sarah had moved none of her limbs, she kept staring at the timid fire without a blink of an eye. Her mother in law suddenly entered the room; stormy and furiously. She sat next to her son, facing Sarah, she went on: "let me tell you this, once and for all, you mother is a bad person, every divorced woman is, your father is a mad man who talks to ghosts, your brothers are losers, they are just soldiers whose salaries can barely secure them food, and because of this you are a girl who won't be accepted among us, you are not welcomed into my family, my son is going wrong choosing you, and we will live everyday to mock his regret, no one can break my word, go live with your mother and her boyfriends". A pain took the tunnels of Sarah's intestines, climbing, and she felt sick in the stomach, a cold sweat flooded the desserts of her skin, the hair on the back of her neck bristled and a shiver coursed down her spine. A few seconds later and her body started trembling, her knees weakened.
A while had passed, too many generations of silence were competing to win the prize, the fire had exchanged the roles with her lungs; inhaling burned, exhaling was almost impossible. This was the same place that Sarah expected to find love in, nesting its babies, feeding them affection and care.
She turned her face toward the statue of her fiance, no bananas were in that bowl anymore, she asked him: "didn't you hear what my mother in law just said? How do you expect me to manage all these stabs directly tearing up my heart?" Without turning the stone located between his shoulders to see Sarah's face while she murmured her pain, nor sending an eye on a soothing mission towards her eyes, he coldly replied: "my mother didn't say anything wrong, she was right".
Sarah's eyes were fixed on the door that led outside the house, three meters separated her from the world of disapproval, she kept on gazing at that door, so steady, just as the spider spreads its web, so light yet so faultless.
Come on Sarah, stand up for yourself, it is either now or never.
She blinked her eye, finally, it went too glassy. She couldn't remember how much she kept hypnotized, only to find herself in the darkest room of that house, hugging herself under a blanket, trying to sleep!
There was that slight beam of light sneaking from the window, allying with the rude noisy alarm to break away my heavenly sleep, asking me to leave my warm bed sheet, my comfy pillow, while laying there as floating on a cloud having the best feeling of peace, to put on my clothes and go exercising, yet, being a person fond of sleeping will always win that debate, i would turn off my phone, cover myself completely, enjoy every breeze coming, and dive into my favourite world having the best feeling ,and just saying:"well, maybe tomorrow." As soon as i wake up, I'll feel the regret as every morning and I'll again stick to the same decision for the next day, hoping it will be the time my love for having a healthier lifestyle, sleeping and waking up earlier and having some exercises, would win the match.
Last Friday, my family decided to go to the mountain and spend their day in nature.
ReplyDeleteI was so upset about something related to my college so I decided to stay at home, with all the messy hair and clothes that look like beggars. Even though I made this decision, I knew in my heart that my parents would not allow me to be alone at home, and the exact opposite happened. And when my father was about to take off, I looked out the window of the house and tears rolled down my eyes and screamed as loud as I could wait for me
Mariam houjairy
On that abandoned evening, orphans came to meet one another, in the hope that they would finally taste the sweetness of having a family, the gentleness of a soothing hand, the odor of a loving eye holding a beloved in its arms, food that smells like memories, there, where one can be both; held and free. There were two of them; the night and Sarah. They met, the night had squalls to offer, Sarah had a timid patience. The tremendous wind roared and howled as if saying its hello, Sarah gazed everywhere and said nothing. As the doors of that house bayed their welcome, the rusty windows paid their dance, boldly.
ReplyDeleteSarah's fiance stepped inside before her, holding his mother's arm into his. As they entered the house, they directly went to another room, darker than the one Sarah is uncomfortably exploring. They never came back, she felt.
Sarah hurried towards the middle of the room, there maybe she could feel a bit safer if she warmed her shivering bones by sitting next to the fireplace; unhappily lit, shyly burning. She had a brown coat on with a blue shirt underneath, but she felt herself naked as that sofa gazed upon her, mesmerizing her brain not to give orders for her skin to feel warm; a chair contributed, a table as well. Hatred was there, and nothing more!
A few minutes later, Sarah's fiance entered the room again, with a bowl full of bananas, wearing his pajamas. He sat on a sofa facing her, turned the television on, raised the sound volume to conquer that of Sarah's breath, but that breath had a drum in his suitcase.
A minute in, a minute out, Sarah had moved none of her limbs, she kept staring at the timid fire without a blink of an eye. Her mother in law suddenly entered the room; stormy and furiously. She sat next to her son, facing Sarah, she went on: "let me tell you this, once and for all, you mother is a bad person, every divorced woman is, your father is a mad man who talks to ghosts, your brothers are losers, they are just soldiers whose salaries can barely secure them food, and because of this you are a girl who won't be accepted among us, you are not welcomed into my family, my son is going wrong choosing you, and we will live everyday to mock his regret, no one can break my word, go live with your mother and her boyfriends". A pain took the tunnels of Sarah's intestines, climbing, and she felt sick in the stomach, a cold sweat flooded the desserts of her skin, the hair on the back of her neck bristled and a shiver coursed down her spine. A few seconds later and her body started trembling, her knees weakened.
A while had passed, too many generations of silence were competing to win the prize, the fire had exchanged the roles with her lungs; inhaling burned, exhaling was almost impossible. This was the same place that Sarah expected to find love in, nesting its babies, feeding them affection and care.
She turned her face toward the statue of her fiance, no bananas were in that bowl anymore, she asked him: "didn't you hear what my mother in law just said? How do you expect me to manage all these stabs directly tearing up my heart?"
Without turning the stone located between his shoulders to see Sarah's face while she murmured her pain, nor sending an eye on a soothing mission towards her eyes, he coldly replied: "my mother didn't say anything wrong, she was right".
Sarah's eyes were fixed on the door that led outside the house, three meters separated her from the world of disapproval, she kept on gazing at that door, so steady, just as the spider spreads its web, so light yet so faultless.
Come on Sarah, stand up for yourself, it is either now or never.
She blinked her eye, finally, it went too glassy. She couldn't remember how much she kept hypnotized, only to find herself in the darkest room of that house, hugging herself under a blanket, trying to sleep!
Fatima Kurdi
There was that slight beam of light sneaking from the window, allying with the rude noisy alarm to break away my heavenly sleep, asking me to leave my warm bed sheet, my comfy pillow, while laying there as floating on a cloud having the best feeling of peace, to put on my clothes and go exercising, yet, being a person fond of sleeping will always win that debate, i would turn off my phone, cover myself completely, enjoy every breeze coming, and dive into my favourite world having the best feeling ,and just saying:"well, maybe tomorrow." As soon as i wake up, I'll feel the regret as every morning and I'll again stick to the same decision for the next day, hoping it will be the time my love for having a healthier lifestyle, sleeping and waking up earlier and having some exercises, would win the match.
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