“Hush now”,my insomnia patted my fears. As my restless body changed sides to find the perfect position to comfort itself in;my eyes grew heavier with the urgency to sleep. Giving up on the daily struggle,I pushed myself out of the bed to get some fresh air. I stood in front of the window,trying to feel the nice cold air that embraced the entire universe around me. The stars spreading out their shine and sparkle embraced the night velvet sky. Just seeing this mere view was sort of a relief for the crippling anxiety inside me.
Confining myself in the small universe that I had created for myself,I wondered how many people might be up at this hour of the night,fighting something as destructive as this or maybe worse:
She covers herself from head to toe as she prepares to sleep. Slightest exposure of cold air to her skin reminds her of that unpleasant touch that she refused to experience. The lingering words of silence suppressed her screams that night. And now feeling like an unfit piece of a puzzle,she cages herself in the dark.
Intoxicated on the unanswered hopes,he lays down on the cold wet grass,trying to revive something within,trying to calm down the revolution that has been provoking for ages. As he strives for the reality,he marks an epoch of belief on the shooting star.
The air surrounded with melancholy,cast the controlling shadow again;it watched over the lifeless body and laughed through the struggle of the helpless being as they struggled to get up off the floor. It lifted the soul,weighing its despair and plagued its wrist with the sharpness of the knife.
As the time of darkness started to fade slowly with the interrupting peeking of the sun;pushing away the night velvet cloth from the sky,and spreading its warm delightful shade of hope. The enduring pain of the factuality made the escape possible through one dream that they all dreamt to eliminate the darkness. They dreamt:
“The sun is slowly sinking down in the blue water that constantly kisses the light warm sand;which makes me put a little force while I walk on it and it plays around my feet,making me feel ticklish as it drifts away with every step I take. Maybe that’s a way of refusing for me to go to the deep blue water which carries the floating bottle with a message in it. With every wave of water,the bottle gets closer to hit the shoreline,with every drifting drain of the sand I’m closer to hit the shoreline. The wind makes the water splashes settle on my face as I embrace them with a joy. One pretentious moment is my escape from all the atrocities,that the night sky brings. ”
As I see the sun coming up, I roll over in the sheets again wondering how many people are now free from the chains they were shackled in. One small universe that I had created around me consists of many more small universe that dreams the strangeness of their familiarity.
Dedication: Every single one of us is fighting a battle. The struggle is for real, it’s a fight inside the bones, it’s a revolution within the blood. Help the people around you,you don’t know the kind of demons they live with. Peace.
-Sarima Baig
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