THE BEGINNING, MIDDLE AND AN END

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’.