REHANA BLOGS

I am a prisoner. I live a life of shadows; of untold drudgery, and unimaginable woe. It is a life that does not let go; the harder you try, the harder it keeps a hold on you. The more you struggle against it, the more firmly it binds its arms around you. And then, it smothers you. Kills you. My mother was a strong woman; a brave one. She lived alone, and died in a cell full of people, watching her take her last breath. I was born in those last seconds, I’m told. I don’t know where she’s buried. Someday when I get out of this place, I’ll look for her grave. I’m twelve years old. In my short life, I’ve experienced many sorts of feelings. Hate, anger and regret. Mostly regret. In different circumstances, I would be a normal boy, going to a normal school, playing with other children. I dream of them, these other children. Would they look like me? I want to see another child, and compare him with myself. Maybe then, I would discover my shortcomings. He used to say that it’s always...

Life is a comedy. One moment in time, I’m on a rainbow, dancing upon the beams of light, absorbing the different hues, and radiating them. The next, I’m in a pit, too deep to climb out, yet too shallow. I can observe the world enjoying, but I can’t enjoy with them. And then comes another moment, where everything is the way I want it to be, but nothing is the way it should be. Who was it who said that day by day, everything is the same, but at the end, everything’s changed? For a long time, I’ve been in a cocoon, protected from the fallacies of the universe, and its people. And when I came out, it was strange and different. Assaulted from all sides by the views and opinions of people I find I can’t tolerate, I try my best to make do. What happened to the ego? What happened to thinking for yourself? They say its all about you now. We’re modern, they say. The world is at your fingertips. Grab out and catch hold of what you want, and never let go. They say. Is it true? Is it right? One won...