By Syed Adnan Shahid
A very little story i wrote today- true story. After I saw her and she helped me understand many things.
*Unseen Answer*
What hurts is what heals us. A very golden eve I was sitting in a glow of sun. The air was still like something frozen. Though there was flinch in her posture, like a pain been felt but also promising the warmth of summers soon ahead.
My gaze turns back to what i was reading, a book. Struggling to perceive the intended meaning of what was said in this book of spanish writer, my best friend suggested. “What hurts is what heals us”. A question arose in my soul. The least of my wits understood the answer by an impregnable mountain of silence of which my eyes were catching a view of. My cheeks were buried in a slightly curved palm, trying to recognise what it meant and searching a face just flashed in this interval.
My heart plunged in to the ocean of my soul, ocean so vast for which words not able to fit well. That moment my smiling face grew serious, eyes filled with shy tears that trembled on my lashes, as if wishing to apologise for appearing there uninvited. My heart went silent and mind left support. Abandoned by the surroundings and deep into the thoughts, I found my self looking at a baby goat. Her eyes were mysterious, whose unorthodox feel of air was unknown to me. She was as young as a week old. Her face reflected floods of thoughts, which seemed like she instinctively coping me. It all happened in a mili of a second when a shore of foot steps interrupted us. She busied her self in a sense of fear, her eyes filled with fierceness and her weak legs started shivering. The man passed closed by her and she seemed not to follow his footsteps and in what direction they misted away. The baby goat does not react or hide her self in bushes. What I expected was far away from what exactly happened. These unexpected moments left me breathless. I noticed her walk, full of curiosity and carefulness. She made her walk successfully out of the pathway and sat again on grass.
A shepherd then came out of nowhere and start making a cushion from dried leaves left by past winters. After he sat down he looked into my eyes as if he knew and was well familiar to the fragrance of such wind which blew away the universe around me. Ahmed was his name he notified and with a little pause, showing no interest in asking about my self, he pointed his stick towards her. She is my favourite’ he said with determination of hope in his voice. Yes, she is different I added by fixing my gaze on her.
He told me that she was born blind a week ago and in this little journey she hurt herself a lot and marked wounds under her soft hairs. At first she was too afraid to even lift her head, he added with sigh.
But ahmed suddenly turns glad and I noticed his eyes bright like that evening.
As he stood up and hold her in arms. He turned his face and said; ‘ she will learn and her wounds will help her’. He walked away until he got dimly visible and my heart burst into tears and I dont remember for how long and how far those drops made there way into my soul.
When a cool breeze brought me back to live with a feeling of dream, Night had already fallen and above me sky was like dark piece of silk studded with tiny diamonds and a voice I heard from them was” Call never stay unanswered, yet it take a while before you are able to feel the signs and hear the answer”.
— Adnan
The Author is an experienced writer with a love of Literature. He has spent most of his life in the United Kingdom and has a vast experience of diverse fields. This is his debut post in Live At Campus.
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Syed Adnan Shahid
