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- A Poem - June 24, 2016
“I suddenly woke up from sleep and saw my father beating my mother. That night my mother and I decided to run from there. We packed what we could grab and set course to wherever we could go. Through the endless torture, she failed to recognize, he was tying another one fastening her to mattress clothed with nails.”
“We ran that night, away from our compound, away from a few friends that I had and away from Timmy, my dog who patted me rather than vies versa; while I roamed around in the streets because it was better than staying at home.”
“The roads seemed more busy than usual that moonless night. Street light buzzing above our heads, came a time when we couldn’t keep up. My mother sat aside the road on the parched footpath and laid my head on her thighs. I had no home or shelter above my head yet I felt my world was in order because my mother, she was there. I forced closed my eyes so that she could be of some ease. But her eyes spoke otherwise, it was that time again when she recalled her wedding night. How do I know this? It’s because the tale of that night had been taunted to her over a thousand times. The blames of why his seed didn’t turn out to be a boy and just like that, I was born.
The thoughts heaved my mind and I started to loose conscience. The night seemed so silk like, I could see the other side knowing; maybe we’d have to spend our lives here being the sidekicks along the roads. In a haphazard the siren came along and as soon I could regain my sight someone snatched me away from my mother and carried me away. A 10 years old dumped in the back of a car was the second worst thing that could happen. First was, being taken away from my mother.”
“What I could conclude from the scenario is that they wanted my mother because as we rode off to the bumpy road and into somewhere where there was no sight of the lights, I was thrown out of the car and into the mud pond near the landfill.”
“Those were the days I don’t want to remember the most, days went by in blur and nights were the harshest. I became a part of the landfill, that’s what they call me here as well, The Child Of the Landfill” she chuckled for the first time through the whole of the interview.
I couldn’t hold in because, every day we wake up from our comfy beds and demands for a cup of time when there are so many of us; of us humans, who are striving every second of their life yearning for food and shelter and most importantly for a home.
She was strong because as I crashed, she held her head high and continued her ‘story of strength’ once again.
“Now this all leads to our final question that is, how did you end up here?”
She smiled and began, “This is my favorite part. One day I was collecting through the garbage as a man followed the path, he was in black Shalwar kameez with a chadaar on his shoulder. He stopped his bike and came to me and said, ‘Kya naam hai tumhara?’ And because I was done with life, I was not scared to tell him, ‘Ayesha.’
He told me if I want to take a ride on this bike. I knew where this was going, to be honest even as a child because I get it now that life throws at you many lemons but never knew I’d be a victim of a bunch of thrown lemons all at once. So, I took my chances and nodded. He lead me his way and I sat back, ready to feel the wind on my face again. He drove me through thin streets, and with time we were very far away.
I could exactly explain till this day how that wind made me feel. Every gush of air was absorbed by my pours and for a little moment, just a little, I was alive!”
“Then?” I asked.
“Then what, he was driving me here. He worked alongside Edhi for a long time and I’m grateful to him. He turned out to be my silver lining, you know. I’ve been here for 14 years now, and all I want to do help the ones like me. I go and roam around in the streets alongside that garbage track and look for kids as unfortunate as I was so that they can have a hope for the future and decide to help the ones who will come after.”
As I stood up to hug her tight, she whispered in my ears, the words flew in were, “Life can be brutal Yaghsha. It will knock you down to your knees, that is where I was for a long time but once a life we have to take chances, it’s all about going with the flow. Trust yourself and trust Allah, always”
I hugged her and said my goodbyes, but what remained a mystery is why she only wanted me to hear what she had to say in the end. I wonder why, but her story of her ‘Hope for the future’ will find light and it will help millions who’ll come after.