A Penchant For Life!

​The doors were bolted from inside. Mahira felt safe; safe from the fear that was constantly overturning her world upside down. 

She had waited a long time- she proved to be too forbearing whenever her fears got the better of her.

 She wanted to fight back- she literally did, with all her spirits jolted up! 

She smashed the shadow that crept by her, the dark, dismal , loathing apparition, with one blow of her fist. The pieces shattered and scattered all around her tiny-fragile body. 

A faint smile crossed her bewitched face. The ground beneath her was soaking red, the drip of blood that the knife bore, was quickly emancipating her prowess in progress. Mahira lay quietly on the ground, her eyes gleaming with unbound joy. Her lips held her placid smile of contentment. 

Her traumatic, abusive life drew the last curtain.

She was no longer a ‘domestic help’, no longer tied to the strings of ‘poverty’. She bore her scathed scars like shining armours that ran through all over her body. For 5 rigorous years of her life, a humble 8 year old girl, she had borne it all. She had seen her innocence robbed away, each day, in front of her eyes like fading clouds in a fathomless sky.

Her life was dimmed, but her spark worked its way to unfold the path to her freedom

Mahira was finally free!