Feb 18, 2012

A Dark, Endless Night


     I look around, but I can't see anything.. I re-open my eyes, but nothing has changed.. It is the same dark night, as if I became blind.

     Mysterious whispers are coming from a far place. As soon as I come closer, I realize that what I am hearing is not talking. It is a miserable, heart-breaking moan. I take another step forward, but I stumble and fall on  my face. I know my feet are bleeding, but I don't care. Suddenly, the moan stops, and the killing silence spreads again, as the death itself.

     I prick my ears up and listen.. I hear a shivering voice asking for help.. A  familiar voice calling me..
"Sis?" I call in the dark, but I don't hear any answer. Was I imagining things?
"Sis, are you there?" I call louder.
Almost hearing her breaths, I hear a soft voice answering.
"Yes, I'm here, but I can't see anything. Can you come closer?"
"I can't see anything, either.. If you continue to speak, I may be able to find you"
"OK, then. Be careful, this place is full of rocks"
Now you say..


     Finally, I sit beside her, tired and exhausted. I close my eyes, which are useless now; and I hold her hand in mine. And then, I listen...
I listen to her weak voice, telling an unfair story..
Unfulfilled promises.
A never- taken responsibility.
No one's job.
No one's mistake.
And she was the sufferer.
Sounds familiar? She isn't the first victim. I tried that, too.

      I don't know what to say. The tears in my eyes force me to open them. I look at my sister while wiping my tears with my bleeding fingertips. Yes, I can't see her, but I know she is there, sitting next to me; her cheeks are red while she resists the urge to cry.
I stay speechless, giving the chance to my heart to talk.. She also stops for a moment, as if she is listening to my thoughts..
Just like that, our conversation go on.. Without light, sound, or any communication device; but our shared feelings and a relation connects us - our sisterhood.

Can I be a candle to lighten your way?
Can I draw another smile on your face?
Can our determination to succeed change the world?


Answer me, sis!

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