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!
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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.

 

Eucatastrophe. Part:6

I struggled to breathe for a few moments, gulping oxygen like a drowning survivor. All the air had literally been knocked out of me. It was then that I realised that I was shaking violently. I tensed my muscles and tried to stop shaking.

All that happened was that the pressure increased on my shoulder and the incessant shaking just got worse, a small moan escaped my lips and thankfully the shaking stopped. Gosh, I hurt all over, my entire body felt like one heave bruised mess of hurt.

Hazily, I registered someone sighing, “Oh you’re alive! Thank god!” I just closed my eyes and allowed my head to loll back succumbing to the warm, welcoming sleep that was oh so inviting. The annoying shaking started again and annoyance rose in me, who was this idiot that just wouldn’t allow me to sleep? As if the shaking wasn’t enough, the idiot started yelling, his voice grating against my poor abused head. His pitch rose higher and higher, until it felt like my head was about to explode. “Wake up! Wake up! Just get up. You can’t go to sleep, you’ll die. Oh my god! You’ll die and I’ll have your death on my hands. Don’t die. You can’t die. Just.”

This stupid idiot! He wanted me to wake up when he hadn’t even let me sleep.I ought to teach this idiot a lesson. I really should. Trying my best to remember that self-defense move one of the bigger girls had demonstrated to us at the orphanage, I curled my fist and with all the strength I could muster, lashed out in the direction that the annoying noise was coming from.

My eyes were still closed but it seemed that idiots face was closer than I thought and I heard a sickening crunch followed by, “Shit! What’s wrong with you!” as my eyes flew open to see him cradling his nose.

“I’m sor..” I began before changing my mind. “Good, you deserve it. As if it wasn’t enough that I had to go against all my scruples just to write you one stupid essay because you have no brains and can’t manage to write one yourself you had to injure my poor brains too. My head hurts, My back hurts, My ribs hurt and my heart hurts because I’m sure my mother is looking down at me very upset at what I’ve done and you don’t even have the decency to let me sleep. So what if I die, It’s better of that living in this miserable universe that idiots like you reside on.”

Suhail seemed very weirded out and began backing away cradling his nose staring at me wide-eyed as if I was a patient from the mad hospital. If it wasn’t for the fact that I was in so much of pain, I would have found this situation hilarious.

“Yeah, run away coward. You know what? Please go. I hate you! I don’t think I can stand another second in your presence.”

I watched him retreat in satisfaction but once he was gone so was my distraction. All the pain and heartache returned. My head began throbbing, my ribs began aching, my backside was probably turning blue but most of all was the pain in my heart.

I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. “Will it ever end?” I questioned yearning for someone to comfort me and reassure me that it would but there was not a soul in sight.

Little did I know HE was watching, HE saw everything, HE was waiting for me to turn to him but I barely even knew HE existed. I knew I was Muslim but I didn’t know what being Muslim entailed. It was only later that I came to know of HIM. That despite everything HE loved me. HE would have helped me through everything but I didn’t know about HIM so I didn’t turn to him for help.

Due to everything that I went through I later pondered how come I didn’t snap? How come I didn’t go crazy? How come I don’t suffer from depression? How come I didn’t resort to terrible avenues and criminal activities? The reason for this was that HE was watching over me. Allah loved me more than any human ever could and he protected and helped me through everything but at that moment I felt utterly crushed and defeated that I actually contemplated suicide but something held me back. Little did I know it was HIM, My creator, my guardian, my Allah.