Innocence of a child..
The eleven year old girl came up to me, and looked me in the eye..
How lovely her eyes were, but how much agony it carried..
She had a lovely face, cute dimples and I was told that she had the most beautiful smile.. Yet I have never seen her smile, not even once..
I have been working in the orphanage for around 5 years now, and I have never seen the little girl smile.. NEVER.. I have always wondered why?
All what I knew about that girl was that she lived an abysmal life.
Whenever it was time to play, the little girl would sit by the window and look out, fly away in her thoughts.. Fly to the farthest place her thoughts could reach..
For a little girl like her, playing would be a crucial thing, Yet she never seemed to care much about playing..
I was trying to know her secret, tried to fix the puzzle of the sadness that filled her innocent eyes yet no matter how hard I tried.. I kept failing..
I was told that there is no chance that the girl would talk again.. But I knew that hope still existed.. For nothing is impossible..
I bent down and smiled at the little girl, I asked her what she wanted from me.. All what she did was look me in the eye so innocently.. Through her eyes, I could see her shout for help, not just shouting but screaming so desperately for help..
She pulled my hands, pulling me towards her room so hastily.. I tried to walk faster in order to see what she wanted from me..
She pointed out that I sit on her bed, while she went looking for something in her cupboard.. Minutes later, she came back holding something behind her back..
She came to me, she seemed so apprehensive yet excited at the same time.. So I calmly said “what do you want to show me”
She lowered her head and pulled out a tiny necklace.. It was a beautiful heart shaped necklace.. From the way she was holding on to it, I knew that it was so precious to her..
She gently sat by my side and opened the necklace, and in it I could see a picture of two people on each side.. A man and a woman..
She looked at me and pointed out to the woman and said “mama” then she pointed at the man and said “baba”.. I was so astonished to hear her speak.. After five years, five whole years, now she has finally spoken.. I don’t know why, but I could sense sadness in her voice..She looked at me then said “baba and mama were killed in the war in Iraq”, then she started sobbing..When I heard the words come out of her mouth, I felt like a sharp razor dig deep into my heart..
I always knew that her eyes carried a sad story, yet her eyes never spoke and neither did she..I held the girl into my arms and started to hug her with love and tender.. Yet I knew that no matter what I do, I would never be able to substitute the love of her parents,,
:: story from my imagination ::
awwwwwwwwww.. ya7laaaaaaailhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.. very nice story .. 7araaaaaaaam =(
Mashallah 3alaich, you’re really getting better at this
Even though it’s not a true story, the way you expressed all those emotions made me live the moment
I can even see you hugging that girl in my mind!!
Sad story.. There are probably real people going through these kind of situations out there so it reminds us of them.
I told you in Talkish you really should think seriouslly about writing a book sis..
You really have a beautiful gift from Allah.. and al7amd lilah ur using it in good..
as2al Allah lakee el tawfeeq.. o as2al Allah an yaj3al ketabatk fee meezan 7asanatk
barak ALlah feekum ^_^
Beautifully Written..
Very realistic… Allah ye3een elnas ellny fel Iraq
May Allah turn the enemies of Islam into dust! Allahu-Musta’aan
fo a while, i thought it’s true.. i really did !
mashallah u have the talent.. keep it up sis =)
the story is really amazin.. yet painful at the same time =(
Sis that was a beautiful story it such a same what some children have to go through in life. Im sure this experience, though bad has only made her stronger. Thank you for sharing it.
salam 3alikom
amazin story
keep it up
ps missing u a lot gurl
Yalla, something for Ramadan girl
I want to write bas in the next coupla days, this year Ramadan for a lot of people have to be different, lela7san enshallah..
Salaam Alaikum.
Masha’Allah just beautiful.
I was hoping you’d be online, but you aren’t.
Masha’Allah, did you know that in the last 24 hours someone from Poland has visited your blog…
SubhaanAllah!
I guess I was the only one who thought it was a true story?! Oops.
o0o0oww how saddd!!!
hanan
hehe me to i thought its a true story
Great story mashallah..
keep it up .. ur great
Mashallah , mashallah , you’r really good at this , even thought its not a true story , u made it like it was true , i loved it ! it made me cry , i could imagain the whole thing , but i think 5 years is a bit too much , don’t u think ?? i think 3 years would be better , but i loved it tho , it remainds me of soo many things in my life that have happend .