The Scars

a glistening moving object in the dim light triggered apprehensio

sphere that sent shivers up my spine. My brain warned me to flee the danger that might lurk behi

mouth cracked the silence of the dusk and stopped t

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like what you are t

is tracks. I didn't wait any longer, forcing my feet to collid

ame meant nothing to my ears other than the breeze that caressed my

family with a drunkard father and a miserable mother. I never regretted my fate, but

dding and slipping into the hole that my eyes couldn't see. As a

't have had to deal with limb fatigue or swelter all over my torso at this hour when others slurped the delicacy of the soup or chewed the tender beef

gged clothe inhabitants and bed-smelled rubbish were our companions. The only access to get to th

n in her sleep. Her mouth in a while mumbled random equivocal words while her hands in her unconsciousness c

It was not because of my mother's snore or the blood-sucking insects dancing ar

ers scratched the itchy skin of the mosquitos' bites causing it to redden the area. To give he

a question erupted in her mouth as soon as she noticed me fixi

woke u

and laid my body next to her, then pulled the th

trating through the ventilation of my windowless room which jolted me awak

ng as a laundress but it was not kind of a big laundry corporation where she worked. She offered her service of doing laundry for

n the other housing, one kilometer from the slum area where we lived. The fog still caged the area around me which required me to carefully walk th

ant corpulent lady about my mother's age in a lavish cherry dress who was no other than Mrs. Ali greeted me with her

o linger there with the beauty product she applied to it. My mother, on the other hand, sucked all the drawbacks as if fate didn't spare her a little beaut

n my head while cursing myself for what I did, comparing this wom

other dirty cloth to wash." I saved the money in my pants pocket w

f disappearance, and my mother who was kneeling in her sobs, welcomed my arrival at the door of my wooden h

My husky voice in a sad tone d

and shoved me to the wooden wall. Pain coursed through my back and seeped into my heart induced by his action. The corner of

se. Why are yo

re feet and fists without bothering my wail of begging for his mercy. Even thoug

nees. What I heard was only my mother's scream before my