day Dream
I opened my eyes to bright light. Golden rays passed through my window as if they wanted to stay there or take me with them. I went into the garden. It was like heaven. I really never had that kind of place near my house. Birds chirping, butterflies jumping from one flower onto the other and sun bathing. Flowers bloomed in greeting. I looked up at the blue sky with all its white clouds; smooth cotton hovering over a blue cloth.
Soon I was called in for breakfast. Dining hall was no less
than a conference room. The table seemed to be the biggest conference table
leading international delegations, discussing new projects eating and then going.
All I was expecting the same leading delegations, bureaucrats and all big
corporate people. But I was sitting alone in one big chair. And then I was
served with a big empty dish. Later on, I discovered it was a plate when the girl
asked for servings. The food was splendid. I did not know what to try and what
to digest!
So I ate what I could digest. I had never seen so many
kinds of foods in my entire tramp life. I could just look them from a long
distance. I was always taught that being born in a poor society was the
accident of birth and we need to be brave and co-operative to make our lives
easy. But then there was always question in my mind. Why me? Why not some other
person?
The tick tock of the clock felt synchronized with my
never-stopping, unending heartbeat. Telling me to wait another few, precious
minutes and you will be the princess of this kingdom. Then I saw a room, full
of people, dressed in their best clothes. Girls were neatly dressed and had
tied their hair in braids or had pulled them back from their faces. And the
boys were dressed like gentlemen. It seemed to be a big party. The music was
slow. And everyone was talking and meeting their relatives, friends and ordering
servants to do some errands.
Soon we were called for dinner. Then the girl was cutting a huge cake. Suddenly I realized it was me. Time had made me a princess finally. I was very happy. Blowing candles and cutting cake was the moment I loved the most. After all I was getting all the attention. Suddenly everything turned out to be dark. I could not see all those people, dresses. Not even that big room. No music.
Soon we were called for dinner. Then the girl was cutting a huge cake. Suddenly I realized it was me. Time had made me a princess finally. I was very happy. Blowing candles and cutting cake was the moment I loved the most. After all I was getting all the attention. Suddenly everything turned out to be dark. I could not see all those people, dresses. Not even that big room. No music.
I always watched the sunset. I loved the sky color turning
blue to orange and then violet. The sun was down. Now all I could see the
uncountable pearls above in the dark sky. I was sitting in chair near my window,
reading a big book with the cover page of My Dream in which the girl sitting in
a garden playing with her little toys. Soon I was awakened by my mother’s cough
and came back to my dark life. It is true to say that being born in poor
society is an accident of birth and we should live with it.
Author: Ridah Zafar