3. She is alive
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The weather was sunny with a gentle breeze of winter. Falling curtains were waving as if they are playing hide and seek with sun and tree shadows.
Fiza was lying on the ground with her long black hair spread. Tree shadows were playing on her face. Birds were twitting.
World....is really beautiful but also cruel.
She closed her eyes for a moment.
Last night...
Fiza was roaming around before his father's bedroom door. She was confused about the answer. After some time...she passed a piece of paper under the door.It was written CARRIER. She doesn't even know, how she is going to make it....but still....she passed the answer. At least, It's a better choice for her than a marriage certificate.
As a reply, her father passed another paper. PACK ALL OF YOUR BELONGINGS, I FOUND A HOUSE FOR YOU...YOUR DEADLINE ENDS AFTER 6 MONTHS. THEN WE WILL MAKE OUR OWN DECISIONS.
"Own decision?" the words wasn't even said but still she could feel the roughness inside.
Sigh....
Court battle +jail. She has already lost 3 years from her life, including her college life and for late...she can't even get into a university.
When she came out...she saw a different world in front of her. A world that judging her without even knowing her properly. Now, she is a slut who slept with 3 men. She can't reveal her face to the world...she can't even look at the sun properly. The cell was so dark that her eyes are now unable to bear the sunlight....
From a talkative active girl with a bright future to a burden with a dark future.
That incident took her eyes, her dignity, even her words. When you can't explain anything with your mouth it becomes useless. Words are now a burden also...You can say it Trauma, psychological problems or...Her own wish. But, She never talked to anyone after that...
Yet, she thinks of her as a lucky person. Because...she is alive.
This is the least console she could do to herself.
- Writer
