New Story Composed by Saleh Alyamani
SIZE="3"]Oppression
What is oppression? Is it painful for your feelings, spirit and body? If it is
please tell me how? Oppression is taking something not yours by
enforcement. Oppression is hurting others either with words or actions.
Oppression has many definitions and ways. One of these ways is to
make unfair opinion about a person or situation; Bara’a is one of those who
underwent misjudgment, so let’s hear about her experience.
On Sunday morning, the sky is clear and the sun shining. A baltimore oiel,
canard and goldfinch are twittering over a beautiful home. A few minutes
later, a charming girl opens one of the home’s windows. The sunshine enters
into the home, and a group of butterflies starts fore playing in locks of her
fascinating hair. That girl is Bara’a.
She writes stories and fictional novels. She has a pure soul that sounds like
a violin. Bara’a is a master of the violin which she considers her loyal friend.
She wants to leave something memorable to humankind before she leaves
this universe. A few weeks later, she applies to the literature school to
complete her education in literature. She begins attending her classes, and
she feels happiness; but; unfortunately, it is for a short time.
Two months later, something unpredictable turns
Bara’a’s optimism to depression and sadness. She is misevaluated by the
school’s administrators. They classify her in a weak abilities’ class; that is a
tough shock for Bara’a. At that time, she feels oppression. She is thinking of
leaving the school; however, she makes her mind up to put up with things
and to define herself to those people.
One day, Bara’a is walking in the streets, and her face is covered by the
sorrow. She is walking in Sycometree’s street. Sometimes, she cries alone,
and sometimes, sits on sides. Then, she finds an attractive restaurant. She
walks in and orders a cup of coffee. While she is waiting for her order, she is
pondering and daydreaming out of the restaurant’s window. The waiter feels
her grief, and he realizes that girl is unhappy. After that, she becomes going
to this restaurant and drinking a cup of coffee for a long time. At some point,
before the waiter presents her order, he asks her:-
Excuse me !
Could I help you?
Could I know the secret of your gloom?
She says, “give me my order and forget me”. “ Please, let me alone”. She
decides to look for someone to help her to defeat her anguish, yet she finds
no one. Therefore, she goes reflecting her pain in pieces of writing and
literature. One night, while she is loafing in the streets, she meets one of her
close friends. At that second, she hugs her friend like somebody who needs
who be warmed up by a fire. That friend is named Nirmen.
Nirmen takes Bara’a to her home. She puts a coat on her back to make her
warm. Bara’a falls in asleep near to the fireplace because she is tired and
shivered with cold. The next morning, Nirmen notices how sad Bara’a is. She
brings a cup of tea to Bara’a and asks her:-
What happens?
Why are you sorrowful?
Bara’a is silent. No movement and no whisper !
Nirmen repeats her question.
Why are you sorrowful?
Please, tell me!
Bara’a’s lips move. Her mouth is full of speech.
She says, “Oppression, Oppression, Oppression”.
Nirmen says, “Oppression” !!
Tell me what is exactly occurring?
But, unluckily, she does not give any answers.
Nirmen says, “Well, Well”. When you want to talk, you will
find me here to listen. Afterward, Nirmen suggests a supposition. She
supposes that there is a place might relieve a little of Bara’a’s distress. This
place is known as a soul’s garden.
On Wednesday morning, Nirmen and Bara’a are going to the soul’s garden.
The road is very long. However, something incredible happens. When they
reach the garden that includes green trees, bloomed flowers, waterfalls and
birds, everything dries in the blink of an eye.
Both Nirmen and Bara’a are shocked and they are wondering why that
happens? What is the reason? They enter the garden to explore what befalls.
They do not get anything; they leave and come back their home without
knowing the factor that causes that dryness.
One day, Bara’a goes to the garden by herself without telling Nirmen. At that
minute, she is standing in the middle of the garden between roses. The sky is
cloudy and dark, except a nice cranberry fritillary is coming from far to
condole Bara’a. It sits on her shoulder and cries for Bara’a’s sadness.
Seconds later, Nirmen comes to the garden and finds Bara’a alone. She has
her head on her knees and cries. She is broken up. Nirmen sits by Bara’a and
attempts to release her from that situation. But,nothing changes, Bara’a is
still suffering. Nirmen intends to know what happens with Bara’a to drive her
to this state; she asks Bara’a again:-
Please tell me the truth!
What is going on?
Bara’a says,
“Now dreams
Are not available
To the dreamers
Nor songs
To the singers” .
Nirmen says, “What happened to your dreams?”
Who is destroying them?
Bara’a answers,
“In some lands
Dark night
And cold steel
Prevail
But the dream will come back,
And the song
Break
Its jail”
I don’t understand you.
Bara’a replies, “Pure souls are being killed; they are being put in the mud”.
“Pearls are being distorted, and their beauty, brilliance and power are fading
away”.
When your dreams are dying slowly, when your ambitions go away and
shallow gradually, how
would you feel?
Depressed, off course !
So, that is what I feel.
I’m sorry Bara’a to see you miss your dreams and hopes.
I lose my dreams, however, not my hopes.
Really !!
Yeah !
What is your wishes?
I wish the birds played the tunes of the sorrow that drew on my life.
I wish the wind carried the tree’s leaves and threw them on my face.
I wish the tree’s branches were crutches to enable me to stand again after the disability.
I wish the rain’s drops took hatred away and brought love, happiness and
success to my soul.
There is no way stay whether Bara’a’s violin that plays the tunes of her
despair on. She goes and sits at the beach every day. When she starts
playing, dolphins and fish come and crowd. They repeat the same tunes that
Bara’a plays as a respect to her, and they turn their heads and
the tears are falling out of their eyes.
Although the pain and the suffering are breaking into Bara’a’s life and
compromising her, Nirmen is trying to make her friend free.
Whereas Bara’a is still composing stories, novels and representing her feelings
in writings. Sometimes, she leans on the balcony of her room’s window and
pins her hopes on something that can change her life at one point.[/FONT][/SIZE]
