Dear No One,
Today was just a day like any other ordinary day. On the way to school the pathways, roads, house roof tops, trees and cars were covered in snow. Everything was dead and silent. The atmosphere didn’t feel the same and nor did she feel the same. Snow crushed beneath her feet and she was afraid that she would slip and fall on her bottom, so she walked at a slow paste. The trees stood still and didn’t wave their twigs or leaves to greet her the way they normally do, also the birds didn’t squeak to welcome her to another day.
There are many memories that come and go and then come again to repeat themselves. Memories of the times when she was placed in St. James hospital over something she didn’t even understand until 2 years later. The memories of when she would stand at her bedroom window and watch the rain drops splashing against the concrete floor. The memories of when most people in her school year group were shaken to hear the death of a close friend. The time when they moved into a new home and they almost had the whole neighbourhood helping them shift things. The remembrance of when her family and she went to the centre of the Earth after finishing a life threatening treatment. And not to mention the memory and smell of her homeland, Pakistan, where they had the craziest times flying kites every day and having a competition with her grandmothers opposite neighbours for two whole weeks.
Although there was something’s that she didn’t only remember clearly, but had stuck in her heart like a tattoo glued to the skin. A particular someone!
In class the other day her and her class watched a video concerning relationships influences. It showed a mothers attachment with her baby and the baby’s attachment with the mother. This part put her at a weird and wonderful feeling, in a good and bad way. Watching the mother and baby cuddling each other was wonderful. But thinking of reality and those who don’t have a baby or mother to cuddle gave her the weird side of feeling. It also showed the sort of relationship between a husband and wife and the sort of attachment and relationship between two loved ones. It came to a part where a woman spoke about her opinions on relationships, she talked of how having a loving strong relation can affect everyone around her and how loving relationships can also fall down the wrong side, from being too right to just being too wrong. She came onto saying, “Sometimes promises between two loving people mean nothing at all”. At that point she completely froze. Bones turned stiff, heart swollen, throat dry and her palms turned sweaty. She carried on staring at the ‘smart board’ where the video was being played, yet she wasn’t watching it but still staring. I swear she hadn’t blinked for over a minute at that point.
Everyone says that things get better in time and it heals the bad. But she doesn’t believe that. She missed the best times that mostly went on between the years 2006 and 2008. I was happy and my exam grades were satisfying, oddly. Perhaps because she didn’t believe that she would do okay in her exams and that she sucked at almost everything, low self esteem. But it wasn’t like that at all; she wasn’t really the moody, bad tempered and crazy teen. She had her friends, family, she was socially active and she communicated quiet well with others. Things were easy peasy like lemon squeezy. She was a normal girl.
Things changed. Just like they said it would. The world isn’t the same no more. At times she’s angry at herself and other times it’s hard to swallow. Fighting back tears and not facing others. She knows for sure that time isn’t going to heal anything and the upcoming months are just going to get worse. Media has trapped us all; we are controlled by each other. We don’t have our own freedom of choice do we?
So dear no one I will not forget who she was, who she is and who she will be! She will keep her patience for sure.
She hopes that God has prepared each day of the future for the good of others and not herself.
I am forever myself.
Neelo Peelo
Today was just a day like any other ordinary day. On the way to school the pathways, roads, house roof tops, trees and cars were covered in snow. Everything was dead and silent. The atmosphere didn’t feel the same and nor did she feel the same. Snow crushed beneath her feet and she was afraid that she would slip and fall on her bottom, so she walked at a slow paste. The trees stood still and didn’t wave their twigs or leaves to greet her the way they normally do, also the birds didn’t squeak to welcome her to another day.
There are many memories that come and go and then come again to repeat themselves. Memories of the times when she was placed in St. James hospital over something she didn’t even understand until 2 years later. The memories of when she would stand at her bedroom window and watch the rain drops splashing against the concrete floor. The memories of when most people in her school year group were shaken to hear the death of a close friend. The time when they moved into a new home and they almost had the whole neighbourhood helping them shift things. The remembrance of when her family and she went to the centre of the Earth after finishing a life threatening treatment. And not to mention the memory and smell of her homeland, Pakistan, where they had the craziest times flying kites every day and having a competition with her grandmothers opposite neighbours for two whole weeks.
Although there was something’s that she didn’t only remember clearly, but had stuck in her heart like a tattoo glued to the skin. A particular someone!
In class the other day her and her class watched a video concerning relationships influences. It showed a mothers attachment with her baby and the baby’s attachment with the mother. This part put her at a weird and wonderful feeling, in a good and bad way. Watching the mother and baby cuddling each other was wonderful. But thinking of reality and those who don’t have a baby or mother to cuddle gave her the weird side of feeling. It also showed the sort of relationship between a husband and wife and the sort of attachment and relationship between two loved ones. It came to a part where a woman spoke about her opinions on relationships, she talked of how having a loving strong relation can affect everyone around her and how loving relationships can also fall down the wrong side, from being too right to just being too wrong. She came onto saying, “Sometimes promises between two loving people mean nothing at all”. At that point she completely froze. Bones turned stiff, heart swollen, throat dry and her palms turned sweaty. She carried on staring at the ‘smart board’ where the video was being played, yet she wasn’t watching it but still staring. I swear she hadn’t blinked for over a minute at that point.
Everyone says that things get better in time and it heals the bad. But she doesn’t believe that. She missed the best times that mostly went on between the years 2006 and 2008. I was happy and my exam grades were satisfying, oddly. Perhaps because she didn’t believe that she would do okay in her exams and that she sucked at almost everything, low self esteem. But it wasn’t like that at all; she wasn’t really the moody, bad tempered and crazy teen. She had her friends, family, she was socially active and she communicated quiet well with others. Things were easy peasy like lemon squeezy. She was a normal girl.
Things changed. Just like they said it would. The world isn’t the same no more. At times she’s angry at herself and other times it’s hard to swallow. Fighting back tears and not facing others. She knows for sure that time isn’t going to heal anything and the upcoming months are just going to get worse. Media has trapped us all; we are controlled by each other. We don’t have our own freedom of choice do we?
So dear no one I will not forget who she was, who she is and who she will be! She will keep her patience for sure.
She hopes that God has prepared each day of the future for the good of others and not herself.
I am forever myself.
Neelo Peelo
Is this world a lie? Is this life is a lie. Why am I here? Why we all are separated ‘like the branches of a tree’? Why are there more criminals walking around on streets than in prisons? Why can’t we see air? How big is the universe? Why is Shakespeare so important in the western world? If God loves us all why does he cause suffering such as wars and poverty? Is there any proof to whether there is a new life after death? How do we really know where the centre of the Earth is? Where is the most energy used? Where does the snow go to? Why is there more water than land? Is there any other living specie (‘Martians’) in the universe? Can trees and plants talk? Why do living things die? When did time start and when will it end?
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