BRUTAL REALITY
IRONICALLY her name meant “The Fearless.”
Just when I thought life was notso-bad after all, I had a nightmare.
A young girl was caught by a pack of hungry wolves. Ready to eat her up alive, they dragged her around, like a PIECE OF LESH AND STARTED EATING HER up in bits.
THE HORRIIC SCENE, THANKFULLY IN MY dream, was the scariest I have ever had.
The vision of her bloodshot eyes, that matched the pain in her shrill voice screaming for help, starring right at me, woke me up shocked and shaken.
Wiping the sweat off my beady forehead, I grabbed the glass of water on my bed side table.
Thanking God, it wasn’t real, I stepped out of bed.
I had woken up from a sleep that I could never go back to again.
How can you sleep when you know someone out there is calling for help, screaming in pain, squished in agony? Is the world such a bad place to live? How am I suppose to send my kids to school and wave back happily at them when the chances of losing them to some hungry animal on their way back home, is so inevitable?
It’s almost no surprise to hear that the term “childhood” has nothing to do with the present experience of most children, even in the case of “Asifa.”
She experienced a kind of hell, no human could ever imagine. No details needed, the crime was unexplainable, GRUESOME DETAILS LEAVE YOU ILLED WITH shame.
Shame on humanity. What’s the point of so much hate? I just wish like the movies, we had a super hero to come and save the world, IGHT THE BAD, REMOVE THE UGLY, ABOLISH the hate.
I recall a similar incident of not so long ago, a girl, who was found like a piece of used garbage. Ripped apart and thrown into the gutter. What was her fault?
My biggest nightmare is turning into a brutal reality.
One from which we can’t turn our heads away. One that hits you right across your face. One from which there’s no escape.
The girl in my nightmare, who stared at me with her piercing eyes, ILLED WITH FEAR, DIDN’T SURVIVE THE Attack from the wolves.
Ironically, her name was Nirbhaya, which meant, “The Fearless.”