The little beauty is giving some attitude, probably for a beautiful click.
But why is the boy barefoot and lost in deep thought?
Maybe he is about to face the bitter realities of life ;-)
So like many of us.
At his age, I used to think that even existing as a child was too difficult.
My mother enrolled my sisters and me to a Madrasa (a place where they taught us the Quran and other religious things).
We spent two hours there every day, and believe me, all I thought about was off time (the happiest moment of the day 🙃)
Okay...It was a moderately hot summer day. Around 5:00 pm, the sun was throwing its calm orange-gold rays through the thin branches of trees.
We were sitting on the naked floor of paved bricks. Suddenly, an ant came from somewhere and wandered in front of me.
I put my finger in front of her, and she changed direction. I repeated it over and over again.
I guess her nervous system broke down and she died. When she stopped moving, I gathered some mud from between the bricks and put a pinch of it on her dead body.
And then a voice came from my right.
You killed her...
I turned my head to the girl sitting next to me.
She was staring at me with her black eyes.
Ooooh noooo! I didn’t! She was already weak... or maybe ill... I said, trying to get rid of the guilt.
She shrugged like she already knew the real truth(her truth).
I behaved like I didn’t care about her opinion, but in that very moment, I thought...
How disgusting it is to live a life like this.
I hated myself more than anything.
I thought this was the worst time, and when I’d grow up, I wouldn’t care about childhood memories...just like everyone else.
Time passed.
I grew up.
Hello...Hello... time to face the realities and the disasters I had never imagined.
I started enduring everything, telling myself
Hey ,It’s not that bad.
With time, that very truth of my life slowly and gradually turned into a lie.
I relived that moment in every situation.....as if I was stuck in it forever.
I owe that little life forever.
Now I know to live, to stay standing , to bear everything and to keep going —it’s not as easy as we once thought in childhood.
Khalil Gibran wrote
Do not live half a life
and do not die a half death
All I want to say who want to die with every moment but....
A piece of us dies with every passing day, with every dying desire, with every heartbreak...
I wish I could whisper to that little girl who was playing with the life of that ant
You idiot. Don’t think that when you grow up, you’ll handle everything.
“Don’t grow up—it’s a trap.”
Last line is copied.