Short story about a beautiful stranger:
She is not who she used to be. Is it because she is tired of letting in. Change is good they say, but that is not the case for her. She is the opposite of what change is supposed to be. Change should make one happy not angry and emotional roller coaster. She is not known for who she is, but she is known for who people want her to be. And people still question about why she wants to change. She is lost in her own shadow.
Drowning in her own thoughts.
She is fighting off the idea of her failing. She seems happy every waken day. Deep down she is suffering.
She is suffering from wanting to not want. She is suffering from proving herself to those that could careless about her.
She gets lost in her thoughts talking her way out of the things that she actually deserve. When an opportunity knocks on the door she will do whatever it takes to not bring it into her life.
Smiles were made to share, but she only smiles to get by…
I wish to hold your hand one more time. I wish to brush your hair one more time. Or maybe wash your face. I know you wouldn’t let me wash your face because I remember how you loved to do wudu two hours before fajr prayer. Or how you’d ask me every other hour if it’s time to pray yet.
One can only wish.
I wish to remind you my name before eating breakfast. I miss how you’d refuse to eat before mother.
I miss how you used to ask about my morning. And just by looking at my face, you’d know if anything is up with me.
I’m sorry that I didn’t spend a lot of time with you. I was too busy thinking that we’d have all the time of the world and you’d get better. I thought we’d make up for all the years.
I’m mad at myself that I don’t have stories about you. The only thing I can clean and maybe wash now is your shoes.
As I look at the scuff marks on your shoes. I wonder how the world treated you. If it was good to you.
May God have mercy on you.
She feel like she is drowning.
She is angry, and at same time she is afraid. Times have changed.
Every morning, she wake up, and make up her face just to go through the day and just to feel like old days. She is indeed grateful for those around her, but she is feeling somewhat empty. Wondering if it will get better.
They tell her that she needs to be strong.
Easier said than done.
They tell her it will get better, but its been so hard that she can’t even lift herself up.
One of the things that she is loved for is making those around her feel better about themselves. By showing them kindness.
Time heals all wounds