I decided to make it as a artistic narration, because this story meant so much to me.
please think the same as me if you please
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it was a dark, cold night in city of sleepers
well every night seems so
that no shine is seen except the lamp pole
that the sky is to weak to fight the light of buildings and skyscrapers
just think it as an ordinary night with nothing to have
nothing to see
nothing to feel
like the existence of torch in highway
we were driving
yeah, it was a special night that the world celebrated
you can feel the warmth, the excitements, the spirit
in that road where everybody was shouting the name of glory
with two eyes hardly believe that they were still opened, no believe
the view was dim yellow, absolute darkness in corners
I love the view of night because you can see some stars if you are lucky
and the desolation is always a prize
no screams, no horns, no smoke, no dazzling lights
everything is calm with nobody in post
driving in night sometimes boring
and I felt that
while my dad drove, I saw the view
like I said before, nothing was interesting
I almost lost myself to yawn
almost, until I saw it
I saw someone, an awaken one
but no spirit of glory
no thought of entertainments
she didn't show what other people felt that time
she didn't use high heels
she didn't use white, scrappy gawn
she only use a cap, gloves and boots, worn out yellow uniform, and Jilbab
on her hands were broomstick and dust collector
she moved very, very slow
with trembling hands she moves her broomstick
it seems like her hands and feet was too tired
in her gesture came up an image of someone who has struggled so hard in this world
struggled so hard, and so long
just to survive
no one stood beside her, no one
she was alone, sweeping the road
so slow, sign of oldness
I never thought there is someone like her
wake up so even though she is so old
with every power drops she has left, she works everyday
only sweeping? you don't know anything
she wake up when everybody sleeps
she starts her work without anybody
she alone wipe off the road, with no one helping her
she starts first, end last
everything is only for surviving!!
why is someone like her destined to severe such a suffering life?
why me? why me? she would have thought
albeit I can't see her face, I understand her life a lot
a really though one, a life that people wont want to have
I cant do anything to her, I don't have anything
everything is not my possession, it is my parents
I realize that, how foolish I am, thinking that the world's so boring
while out there someone is putting the life on just to survive
really, I'm so stupid
why am I wasting money I don't even struggle to get for fun?
why do I hate to eat something good enough?
why am I lazy to do something that is too light compared to what they do everyday?
why? why? WHY AM I SO STUPID?
then a tear came out from my eye
I can't believe it
I feel pity to it
I don't know, I really don't know what to say ...
God, please give her blessings in world and heaven, I know You are The AlMighty. I know you can do anything. please, bless this prayer, Allah. Amin.
