It was a normal day of that winter like any other. She finished her classes, waved her goodbyes to friends and waited for mother to hold her heart back home. The sun was setting behind the thick gray clouds. The sky was a celebration of a mute orchestra of orange and grayish shades, and the winds conducting the symphony of silence... The streets were shallow welcoming the arriving night... Her soul was the sole light of that street... Time started to choke matching the escalating beats of her heart... Eyes swaying across in wonders... Screaming for an existence to hold her trembling soul... The winds slapped her face with cold palms.. That was enough for the streams of her salty river to gently glide on her cheeks...
The oceans within were splashing with terror... The depth of her core had something to say...
She looked up.. Setting her soul free... The chains were too heavy to carry... Her soul felt home somewhere else.. That sparkle in her eyes reflected what she witnessed... It was a moment but enough to last a lifetime... Soon mother arrived...held her heart.. But she can tell... The heart wasn't the same... Wondered in silence... Kissed her... Kept on holding with a gentle prayer...
The girl knew! That someday... Some how...
She'll be home again...
PS: A true story inspired by one of the most precious lights in my life... Zeinab Aldilati...
Much love...
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