Every story has a beginning middle and an end. But not
necessarily in the same order\
Chapter 24: The
girl is now 7 years old. Like the Power-puff, like the super-woman, she walked
with her chin up like one day she would save the world. Building little sand castles
and swings that flew her high and low became her favourite games. Her mother
was already proud to see her princess grow. Her world was the size of her
playhouse. Still too young for worries, heartaches or to bother about being
old, she scribbled on every wall up to where her tiny hands could reach.
‘Masterpiece’ her father would call it.
Chapter 69: The girl is little older now. She knew the world
was watching her closely. She felt important. She was spoken about in different
corners of the world by people she never knew existed. But somehow she didn’t
like the feeling. She wanted to go back to the time when the world was nothing
beyond her playhouse.
Chapter 55: The
girl turns 10. The princess is a year older. There was so much laughter, her
favourite double chocolate cake, friends, party hats, music and games. This is
life she called it. Life can any day change a 360 around, she didn’t realize.
That moment, that day was what mattered to her
Chapter 62: The
girl is into her teens. Even now, the sudden explosions at night gave her
shrills. She buried herself into the several layers of blankets to live through
the illusion that when the sun rises the next day it would all be over. She
shut her eyes tight to make herself blind to the everyday happenings.
Chapter 30: One day, the headlines read ‘Plan to launch chemical
weapon attack on Syria’. She didn’t know what it meant. She didn’t like the sound
of it and she began hating the colour red. All she knew was that Syria is the
place where she belonged to and she is her little house was the safest haven.
Every disaster, every death, every blast will only be outside the compound wall
of her house. She runs to her dad with questions flooding her brain. But to most
of it, her dad didn’t have answers to.
Chapter 77: She
along with many others were moved to a far off; place unknown. Kids almost her
age had the same cluelessness in their eyes. She wanted to go the place where
her parents were. She longed for the safety of her home. The unfamiliarity was
something she never wished for.
Chapter 70: It
was a fatal day that she has been fearful about. The blast was so loud that it
made her deaf. The roof of her house was pulled down. Beneath her house (she
still didn’t want to call it ruins) were her mother, father, her favourite toy
and her playhouse. She could sense a hollow in her throat. She felt helpless
and lost.
Chapter 100: She
begins to wonder if every ending has a beginning, if life really is a circle
where the bad times will turn over and good, happy phase will reappear, if her
loved ones will come back and if her family will ever be able to reunite. It
all happened so quickly that she was only left with memories. Photos of their
vacation at the beaches and her birthday parties were no longer her keepsake.
Chapter 1: The mother shed happy tears
when her new born princess cried. She held her close to her chest, “I promise”
she said “to show you the world and all that is good, let you explore, be you and
when you fall, when you feel like there is no tomorrow, when you want to cry
like you are crying now, I will sit beside you and remind you once again that
every ending has a new beginning’.
