15 September 2014

Who is she?

When I first saw her at my friend's party, I thought she was weird. She was around 17 or 18 but she wasn't like girls of her age. She didn't talk in a tone like them, didn't laugh wildly as other young girls were doing, she didn't even wear those mainstream clothes that every other young girls was wearing. She looked different. I've had a thought in my mind, "Who is she?"

She was sitting cross-legged on a royal blue coloured round sofa. My friend Aliza, who arranged this party loved this colour so her interior looks blue blue all the time. Aliza was the only reason I was attending this party because we've been friends for pretty much long time. I went close to "that girl", I was feeling an extreme attraction to her and I've had no idea why. I'm a housewife and I usually don't get too social in this kind of gatherings because  I can't afford to give much time to new contacts and friendships. But still, that girl was the center of my attention. I kept noticing what was so special about her.
She had messy hair like she'd been procrastinating when it came to hair styling. She was wearing a crossbody bag, her face had no sign of make up, her eyes were bright as stars, her clothes were so different that made her look weird in a way. I used to like different and odd things, I flashed back to my past. Suddenly I saw something. She was writing something on a journal.
Then I couldn't stop myself. I rushed to her sofa. My heart was jumping upside down, I've had a strong feeling that I've already met her or know her in anyway.  When I sat in front of her and said an awkward hello, I was SO sure that there's a connection between us. Or there was a spark that took me here. She looked at me, saying hello back, with a puzzled look that why I'm trying to be friendly. "Uhmm, I'm Mia, I've been watching you for like a few minutes but you're not enjoying this party. You're just writing on this journal, what is it?", I said everything in a single breath. It felt good. She smiled a pure bright smile that reminded me of someone, but still clueless WHO THE HELL?
"My name is Sara. I'm writing a new blog post. I'm a blogger." Her words landed on me like a missile. She was a blogger. A BLOGGER. My feet started to tremble, I asked her, "You are a blogger?"
"Yes!", she said proudly. "I'm a lifestyle blogger and a member of Karachi's young bloggers panel. I recently started working as a young journalist at Dot Media and I...... I couldn't listen to her anymore. I wanted to go deaf, I wanted to runaway. Maybe to a place where nobody could see me. I wanted to RUN. Sarah was ME. The moment when I've had a spark, the moment when I wanted to go near her and talk to her, I've realized that I saw something in her. I was seeing a part of ME in her.

I've no idea when did she stop talking. I stood up without saying any word and left. I saw myself in her. And when I reached my car and exhaled the burning breath that I've been keeping inside me. I flashed back. 15 years ago, when I was 17, a young bright blogger and a wanna-be journalist. With messy hair and different thoughts. People around me thought that I was weird. They told me that I'm so weird and I don't look like them, I should be changed and do the stuff that normal people do. If I have to survive in society, I have to change myself and live like others and stop doing all the "weird" stuff. And I did, I changed myself for them. And after all those past years, I regret this today. I didn't realize in all those years that I was losing something. I was losing myself. The truth was, people didn't think I was weird or odd, they thought I was dangerous. Little girls with big and creative ideas are considered as monsters in society. They ruined me. I remained a blogger just in a few memories. I didn't do anything to save my blog, my words, my thought and MYSELF. And today when I saw Sarah, she reminded me of ME.  I suddenly realized that there were warm tears on my cheeks, burning my skin. "Good luck, Sarah", I said to myself. "My story ended untitled and un-heroic but I hope yours (Sarah's) wouldn't remain like this. I saw a part of me in you and I hope one day your story will earn a title and you'd become something you dream of. You're your own hero girl, good luck again.

THE END
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OMG GUYS I FINALLY PUBLISHED A SHORT STORY! It's the first ever story I felt like I should publish on my blog because it can relate to most of us because we're bloggers. Have a read and let me know whatcha think. Can I be your next Areegreenrowling? Pliss? 

7 comments:

  1. This is amazing Areeba! I can relate to her too! Your story seems to talk to me. Changing is a good way for me though since I'm starting to open up to people. :)

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  2. This is really good! I'm looking forward to reading more short stories :)

    xoxo Anne ~http://lifeasarollingstone.blogspot.com

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  3. This is just so relatable! Almost every blogger wants to be acknowledged and have an audience. Keep up the good work!

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  4. Oh my gosh this is amazing, you are so so talented!!! I am thankful for the day I found your blog xxx


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  5. Good job, Areeba! I think this will be really inspiring to a lot of bloggers! Looking forward to more of your short stories!

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  6. Omgosh I love this! It is definitely a reminder to be true to ourselves as bloggers!!!

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  7. You have a nice way of narrating a story :')

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