A deafening silence, a footstep heard climbing the staircase. A slight, almost unheard, gasp of breathe is inhaled. Fear looms in the air, mysterious and deadly. A mind shrouded with deep secrecy, tries to find a way to impede the assault ahead. Prayers uttered with utmost intensity, frightful glimpse of the barricade between, as a sign of defense and assurance. Heavy sighs and drunken ‘hics’ heard from the opposite side, giving imminent abuse and insults to be impelled out of anger. A deafening darkness offers no solace and little comfort from being sighted by the perpetrator. Memorized verses repeated in ardent favor but only rendering little respite. A heart relieved at the residing footsteps down the hallway, and thankful prayers given in whispered tones, for a night duly spared.
A beautiful child bursts into tears each time ‘ati nani’ appears. Not understanding the outbursts, mummy accepts the perpetrators answers, s/he’s seeking attention. As young as s/he is, s/he knows what he is doing is wrong because mummy said so. And not knowing how to react, retaliate and respond, s/he clams up and acts like it’s happening to someone else. How could someone s/he loves and respect violate her/his innocence? And fear of upsetting the balance at home shuts her/him up. But when she finds the courage to open up and confide in the person s/he trusts, mummy, the situation is handled and settled within the family. What happened to loving me, looking out for my best interests, protecting me and charting a bright future for me? I’m I not more your favorite child? The one who obeys and does what you want? Do you hate me? Why did you watch and let this happen to me?
Teenage crushes and puppy-love exploits become foul play when the icon of your dreams, turns into a vicious beast. Going to parties with fellow female friends becomes a thing of the past. School-work loses meaning and a well planned and formulated future becomes a foregone illusion. Did I really sleep with him or was I raped? Did I have that much to drink or was my drink spiked? Am I as beautiful or as ugly as he says? Is he the ONLY boy that will ever love me? Am I not special? Why don’t my parents understand my anymore, can’t they see it from my eyes? Don’t I mean anything to anyone? Are there others like me or am I just alone?
Efforts misplaced, youthful energy misused, beautiful and bright ideas trampled on at my expense. A beautiful future fading in the background, homes destroyed and brought down in shambles by calculated and manipulative habitual indulgence of bad traits and addictions. An intuitive academic excellence a foregone pursuit, long forgotten beautiful memories flushing before our eyes of glories past, the only reminder that we’re still alive and breathing and still a human being. What is the world coming to? Is there no salvation for the hopeful survivors? Who is going to ease their hurt?
Think twice before placing judgment on others, or thinking that you cannot do anything for others in need. it only takes a little bit of kindness, love,personality and drive to achieve some semblance of change.