I saw Sarah today...
Yeah she is real.
She came around and smiled faintly as I jumped off my seat and wrung my arms around her tiny waist...for she is my strength and she is my weakness...she is my illness and she is my misery...she is all that I am.
As she stood before me,her defiant eyes focussed sharply on mine...she did not tremble,she did not cry,she did not fall apart,but I did.
"How are you doing my dear?" I murmered.
What a fake question! What an utterly fake world we're living in! Where has your piercing imagination gone now,Noha? Where has the pen gone? The pen that would-
God,take my soul by midnight!
Here she was,standing before me,full of life,full of hope,whereas my eyes were wandering everywhere ...my mouth was half uttering half broken sentences..."I hope you are better now"
"he'll get the punishment he deserves" "the most important thing is that you're ok now"
"I'm sure you have become stronger"...........
Where is your powerful pen and passionate short story now? Where is your skill at making words? Where have your mighty words gone when your protagonist stands all flesh and blood in your reach?
Why are you now shocked,broken,trembling?
Have you made a protagonist that is more of a heroine,more of an artist than you are?
Sarah vanishes...and all I am left with is a fancy of her red shirt still leaning on the wall.
And now all the tears and all the screams are suffocating in my throat waiting to be released..forever.