I had to call it ‘The End’ to my soul at the age of 13. The streets and the street lights were flying bidding me goodbye from this pretty world of lies and disgust. Everything looked pretty to the rest of the passengers. They howled seeing the elegant and breathtaking fireworks displayed on the night sky. But the whole world seemed bland to me. The day I was born into this world as a sin I was thrown away into the orphanage where the rats run. I wouldn’t want to believe a day where I had to eat the leftovers of the plates of my caretakers. Days passed and until they found a tumor which was the symptoms of the deadly disease, which people call it Cancer. It struck me a fact that I was going to die and I don’t have too many days on this soil. I wanted to escape from the dungeon, to somewhere safe. Where I can breathe in the pure and blameless air. I looked into the bright shining balls of fire which seemed like a sugar piece floating in the air. It stood in peace. My heart was burning at the sight of people enjoying the beautiful sceneries. My days were less in the world for me. It was my fate. A regretful fate. My mind could not tolerate any of the sickness now. It was piercing into my veins like fire. Every moment my mind went crazy with tears. I wanted to scream out loud but if I do, I will get beaten harshly. The doctor’s words of encouragement rang inside my ears. But it won’t do now. It’s time to go now. “She has to die. Her life was too short in this world.” I looked up and faced the almighty, closed my eyes shut and squeezed it enduring the pain growling inside my lungs. I could hardly take in air. Tears trickled down like hot droplets down my cheeks. Then I realized the late fact; My Journey Of Life was a mistake. A mistake to me, to my birth-givers, to my dear ones, everyone whom I can mention of. I’ve always been a burden to everybody, I thought, when the shrieking pain shot through my bones and made me numb. No one saw me, mute from my throat and helpless rolling down the seat in the bus. The other homeless children seemed happy looking outside at the wide sky, with fluttering lights and sparks near the tall tower, The Burj Khalifa, when I asked them for a hand of help. My bald head hit on the floor, making me groan in the punishing pain. My hands were quivering out of my control, I couldn’t walk, my feet was swollen and it was dead out of all senses. My whole body felt bland as if somebody beat my body down with a stick. I crambled up the seat for help. I gave out gasps of my unseen tears. I lost my control of my fingers and fell back on bone. I shouted out, no one heard, my voice of help which cried like a forgotten dream. No one wanted to. They were having their peace of mind and they do not want any distraction in between. This life, the almighty has given me, was a fail. I didn’t know why I lived or what I should live for. I cried out to my only savior, my redeemer above, I knew he could take the pain away from me. I knew he heard my unheard cries and tears. I screamed with all my might. I sent myself out, to be free what the body wants to do with me. I did want to go back where I came from. I raised my hands out to heaven, to save me from this pithole where darkness resides. I did not want to run or fight anymore of this journey. It was burdensome and tough for every human around me and myself. My hands cramped up into a fist and my legs curled into my skin. I felt my heart was about to explode out of the excruciating pain which pierced through my body. But I was going back, those words made me feel I will be saved. My ears became deaf to every noise I heard, my eyes slowly closed down to shut all things what I see, my breath became slow and even. My lips repeated those words, those precious words, “God…” The words my lips could ever whisper. I dug into myself, not caring how I die. If it is through pain in a bus where people are supposed to bring out a happy smile on their faces, I will leave this realm crying my heart out to my Almighty. If it is that way, then let it be. My God gave and he took it away, The words of belief hit my aggravated heart. My tears stopped halfway and dried down my lips. I knew my last breath, when it was coming. My lungs tore apart like cut with a knife. My breath hit my face like a whetted knife. My tongue lost its sense and feel of touch. Recollecting my past, My dream of becoming a Famous Musician was all destroyed and scattered like any other garbage. But the one desire, to rest in peace was right before me. And I was reaching it within a blink of an eye. I could feel it in my chest, how it was welcoming me. It felt glorious. My last breath I take, will be my breath of redemption. My lips drew into a creaking smile for the last and first time in my human self. The pain felt slump and relieving as I accepted a truth. It came to me, running, with open hands. I breathed in and I left it out for the savior to take me in his embrace. I understood that, leaving this ruined lying dungeon and fighting my desires of the world was My Journey Of Life.




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