Eucatastrophe. Part:10

“I don’t care how you do it but you need to somehow let the judges know that it wasn’t you. I’m giving you two days. If I don’t hear anything within those two days then I’m going to go straight to your granny and reveal everything”, I finished off quite pleased with myself.

“Done! … But, on condition you do not breath a word of this to anyone. If it somehow gets to her then your chances are up! I’m done with you and your silly games. I’m just warning you, don’t mess around with me in future.

And it better not get to my dad or trust me, I will even feel sorry for you! My dad doesn’t take anything against his reputation lightly and he’s very high up in the political world in case you didn’t know so a lowly orphan like you doesn’t stand a chance against him. I’m actually telling you this for your own benefit, so please listen.”  He said in a hard voice.

“Pinky promise,” I said habitually holding out my pinky not bothered with his harshness as I’ve been treated much worse before and I really wanted that prize and recognition. I put down my hand with a blush when he just looked on with a smirk.

In the last period there was a sudden announcement for an assembly in the hall. Confused we all began making our way there wondering what had happened.

Once everyone had assembled the principal announced, “It seems that there’s been a mix up with the results. Suhail has confessed to playing a prank on Sarah and writing his name on her story and her name on his story.”

My heart began beating so fast and a wide smile spread across my face as the implication of his words sunk in. Other than a stern look and a, “Don’t play any tricks like that in future!” from the principal Suhail got none of the punishment he deserved but at least I got my happy ending. He may have still taken recognition for my work but at least not the winning one.

“Sarah, can you please come up her to receive your award. You have also been given an additional compensation as an apology from the Abad’s. A $100 voucher to be spent at any shop of your choice.”

I don’t think I have ever been happier in my life as I walked to the front to receive that award. For the first time in my life I was being treated like royalty in front of the very same people who treated me like rubbish before.

I will never forgot these words of the principal especially when I’m feeling down or like a failure, “Congratulations Sarah, We are so honoured to have a student of such high caliber in our midst. I can’t believe that such a gem has been right under our noses and we haven’t realised. Sarah, I am proud of you and you should be proud of yourself too. Proud of your potential, proud of how far you’ve come in life and most of all proud of how despite everything in life you haven’t become bitter but have remained such a sweet person. You could have exposed Suhail in front of everyone yesterday but you didn’t and that is something I really admire. Once again I congratulate you Sarah. I am very proud of you.”

“And from that point onwards things started to look up for Sarah, the sunshine seemed more bright. Her smile grew more wide and frequent. Her shell had cracked and her sweet vibrant nature had emerged dazzling all those around her. She finally made her big break and she was determined to help others achieve the same and that is why everyone grew to love and look up to Sarah.
My dear children, there are many morals to be taken from Sarah’s story. Respect, love and appreciation for parents, kindness to fellow human beings, never ever be a bully, never cheat and most of all whenever things look down and you fell depressed and upset remember that there is a greater power at work, he sees, he hears, he knows everything. If you turn to him you will find the silver linings, the solutions and the happily ever afters to all your problems. Who is he? His name is Allah, my creator, your creator and the creator of the universe. He loves you so he will solve all your problems, you just need to ask.”
Despite the feelings of trepidation that filled Nani-Jaan at the fact that their parents wouldn’t be too happy now that she was teaching them something so foreign to them, Nani-Jaan knew she had to teach them about Allah. It was her duty and what would she tell Allah when he asked her why she had let these innocent children go astray? Now all Nani-Jaan could do was wait and see.

The end of Eucatastrophe

Sarah’s story, part:1


Eucatastrophe. Part:9

I impatiently press the doorbell and after five minutes of waiting, I am ready to yell at someone. After the horrid surprise this morning, it’s no wonder that my mood is more than sour.

I was still scowling when the door opened and an old lady smiled down at me. “Come in dear! Sorry about the delay, I was down in the garden.”

My irateness vanished and the innate respect for elders that I was taught kicked in. Besides, this lady looked so sweet. But then again, no one would think by looking at Suhail that he was the devil’s best friend now, would they? I thought viciously.

‘No problem, I’m here for Suhail,” I offered sweetly. The old lady scrutinised me for so long that I was ready to run from there.

“Okay, I’ll call him. BUT..” She looked sternly at me, “I will be there to chaperone. I’m not going to leave a young pair alone together. Goodness only knows what you will get up to together. Can’t trust the kids nowadays you know?”

Oka..aay… So now I was going to have to speak to him chaperoned. How lovely! ‘But,’ I thought stubbornly lifting my chin, ‘I’m here for a purpose and I’m going to carry this out no matter what or who insists on coming in the way.’

I frowned. It would be a tad uncomfortable yelling at Suhail while the woman, who is probably his grandma, observes. Unless…. I smile exultantly as inspiration struck. I could, instead of yelling and looking like a fool, reprimand him how matron does, in a cold, deadly tone that could cut through glass. That would definitely work.

“I’m just going to call him, sweetheart. You can wait here,” she said, guiding me to a lounge, “I won’t be long. Have a sweet while you wait.

I popped a piece of candy into my mouth, savouring the sweet taste and hoping that it would soothe my nerves that suddenly made an appearance. I had come here so spontaneously that I have no idea what I’m actually going to do. I’m starting to question whether this is a good idea after all. ‘Sarah, you came here for a reason. You came to give that idiot a piece of your mind and you are not going to go until he heard you out. He needs to know not to mess around with you in future.’ I gave myself a little pep talk and felt much more determined and confident when I was done.

“Here’s the little rascal!” the old lady said so cutely that I couldn’t help my giggles, especially after catching sight of Suhail’s red face. ‘See, this was a good idea after all,‘ I silently told myself reveling in catching Suhail in vulnerable position.

‘Wow! The heartless Suhail actually feels embarrassed. This should be written down in the books of history! I mean it’s just amazing. A man without a heart is capable of feeling embarrassed!” I cynically and sarcastically exclaimed.

He stared at me blankly but I noticed that blotch of read spreading and darkening his cheeks a little more.

“Now would you care to explain to me why you won the competition I was supposed to, with a story that I was coerced into writing for you?” I question in a calm, steel-laced voice.

“I uh…I didn’t…. I was…. I didn’t mean…didn’t know…” He stuttered out a pile of indecipherable rubbish.

It was so uncharacteristic for him that I was quite stumped. How was this high and mighty big-mouthed tyrant at a loss for words. Following his gaze I realised that this boy actually frights for someone, he frights for that little old lady who looks as if she could be blown over by the wind!

‘How on earth does this guy fear her?’ is a question that still troubles my thoughts. Seeing that that she was his weakness I decided to use it to my advantage. Letting out a forced laugh I falsely said, “Haha, got you. I was just kidding. Anyway, I need to go. Meet me after school tomorrow or else your granny and I are going to have a lovely chat. Bye.” And with that I stormed off.

Knowing that the little kids hearing a story about candy would start wishing to eat candy, sweet old Nani-Jaan made sure she had a bowl of candy to serve them that day. Oh how I wish that I was one of those lucky children!

Eucatastrophe. Part:8

I was daydreaming of my big break. I’m so happy that I finally got my recommendation. I entered my story just in time and the results are due to come out this week. I really, really hope I win.

Imagine if I win, how much can I do with that amount of money?! I can buy new clothes for each and every individual in the orphanage, I can buy fresh tasty food for the whole year, I can buy a beautiful gift for that sweet Grade: R teacher to repay her for her kindness. I can buy pretty clips for all the girls in the orphanage, I can buy toys for the little children….Oh the possibilities are endless,’ I thought dreamily.

I was startled out of my daydream by the shuffling of people around me. I blinked rapidly trying to get my bearings back and figure out what was going on. I saw Suhail reluctantly walking to the front of the assembly with confused expression on his face. I saw Mr. Moore in front beaming so widely that it looked as if his face would split in two.

The principal shook hands with the two of them before turning to us and saying, “I’m so proud to have someone like Suhail in our midst. Under the guidance of Mr.Moore, Suhail has won the Regional Short Story Competition…”

I zoned out after that. The world began spinning around me. Echoes of Suhail has won the Regional Short Story Competition was all I could hear.  Suddenly everything became too bright as these words continued to echo in my head, Suhail has won the Regional Short Story Competition. 

My dream is shattered. Suhail has won the Regional Short Story Competition, the same competition that I had hoped to win. Suhail has won the Regional Short Story Competition. 

Everything began blurring until all I could see was white. Suhail has won the Regional Short Story Competition. Suhail won the competition I was supposed to win. Not only that but with the story that I was blackmailed into writing for him.

He shattered my dreams with my own story and there was nothing I could do about it. Suhail has won the Regional Short Story Competition…Matron always says “Cheaters will never succeed.” Suhail has won the Regional Short Story Competition.. Have I brought this down on myself? Suhail has won the Regional Short Story Competition. Everything turned from white to black to sweet oblivion.

I didn’t even feel myself fall. I didn’t hear the commotion that followed. I didn’t see who carried me. All I know is when I came to I was completely disorientated. I felt myself being carried but closed my eyes once again dismissing it as a dream. Why on earth would someone carry me? Everyone hates me! ‘It’s definitely a dream!’ I thought, drifting off once again.

I opened my eyes wide before squeezing them shut, thinking that when I opened them again I would be back in the orphanage but it was to no avail. ‘Where am I?’ I thought finally sitting up and looking around me. Walking over to the door way, I peeked out and realised that this was probably the school’s sick room.

“Why am I here?…NO!…NO!…NO!” I began clutching my heart tightly hoping to sooth that ache to no avail. An idea suddenly popped into my head and I began opening all the cupboard rapidly searching for the file that contained all the students details. Yes, there’s it! I flipped through it until I came to grade:10 and there right at the top was what I was looking for.

Name: Abad Suhail

Date of Birth: 19 December 2000

Place of Residence: 7 Red Lotus Avenue

Parent/Guardian’s contact details: ..I put it back quickly as I heard footsteps approaching, and jumped back into bed. Not that it mattered, I’d gotten the info I needed. Suhail Abad was going to get a lovely visit today and he would definitely be getting a piece of my mind.


Eucatastrophe. Part:7

I slowly got to my feet and began limping my way out of school, not caring that I was spoiling my golden record. ‘Nobody even cares if I miss class and nobody will even care if I die,’ I thought darkly.

I’ve had enough. I can’t handle it any more. I can’t stay in this place that makes my nightmares real, a moment longer. I limped all the way to the orphanage unable to stop the torrents of tears flowing down my face.

As if reflecting my inner turmoil the weather suddenly changed to dark and stormy. By the time I finally reached the orphanage I was drenched to the bone. Matron took one look at me and immediately sent me off to change out of my wet clothes.

When I was done I found a cup of chamomile tea waiting for me. I must have looked as bad as I felt because tea was some thing rare used only on special occasions here in the orphanage.

It seems the chamomile tea did its job because I soon found myself calming down and my eyelids beginning to droop. I jumped into bed cocooning the covers tightly around myself and went off to sleep  never wanting to awake again.

3 hours later my eyes opened again. I yawned and stretched and feeling my body aching all over the events from earlier began assaulting me once again.

I pep talked myself out of all the gloom and doom. I felt much much better when I was done because I had decided to concentrate on what needed to be done rather on the injustices that had been done to me.

I decided to get that story for Mr Moore done and overs with and would you believe it what was in my heart came flowing from my fingers. Without even realising I began pouring out all my heartbreak onto the paper.

2 hours later, I flexed my fingers as I finally put the pen down. Wanting to get this over and done with, I didn’t bother reading it. If I had, there is no way in a million years would I’d have ever handed it in. I had basically spilled my heart bare there and someone else was going to read it. In those moments of weakness, I didn’t fully realise what I had done until it was too late.

The weather had suddenly changed again and was already warming up. I found myself running back to school as it was almost time for school to let out. I spied Suhail just before he jumped into his chauffeured car and screamed for him to wait.

Slapping the pages into his hand I spat, “I finish do the dirty work your royal dunce-ness. The least you can do now is type it out yourself.”

I searched around for Mr Moore but he was no where in sight. Well I’m half done, I thought deciding to head back as it didn’t look like Mr Moore was around. First thing tomorrow I’ll ask him for that recommendation I thought. Little did I realise that I hadn’t reached my rock bottom. Things were still about to get worse.