As she walked through the corridor, whispers and laughters reverberated and echoed in her mind, disturbing each and every nerve in her body
Rosaline: Look at her body so deshaped such a disgrace. I mean can’t she just look at herself in the mirror for heaven’s sake.
Gru: look at the way she walks. She got moves AHAN!
Castle: And those ugly duck lips HAHA!
The words felt like wounds on her skin, wounds which could never be healed.
They pushed her into an ocean of nothingness, where there was no room for her to breathe, water felt like ice in her veins. Struggling to save herself she made it to the shore but even more lost and tired of this world.
Little did they know they were pointing on Allah’s creation. For them it was just another day, laughing and dumping on her senselessly. But for her another day to gather her broken self and walk to the classroom without shattering herself to pieces
She thought people would look at her the way her the way her parents did when they first held her in their arms. She thought she would hop around flowers like a butterfly and outshine like a stardust. But people made her to cage herself, stabbed on her heart killing all her desires and shoved her from the heights of her dreams.
She is nobody but a human
She got the same skin, same flesh
And above all same CREATOR
Let her spill colors on her canvas
Let her twirl around with happiness and spread her smile all around
Let her breathe with ease and comfort
Accept HER as HER!
Zona Kanwer
3rd year(Q-45)
