Loud Silence

Zahra Z
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Closure...........
  That's what shrinks call shutting away a significant part of your life. Did you ever wonder who shrinks see when they have issues? Do they visit other shrinks or do they just roam around feeling superior while their grey cells continue to diminish? Remember that old saying 'it takes one to know one?' Closure my foot!
 
  You can never shut out memories...ooops ok, you can..it's called amnesia and Amal was sure she didn't have that. Maybe MPD (Multiple Personality Disorder). Cos they (shrinks) say when you're one person, you have no recollection whatsoever of your alter ego...what do they know?
  Amal was sure she was sane. Although she couldn't forget, she was sure she was moving on. It didn't hurt anymore. Life would go on. She had promised the kids some time away and was thinking of her purse after a money guzzling project that took forever to complete. Their last trip together was chaos personified. It had to be somewhere she could afford to take the nanny too. She would forget him in Ghana, frolicking on the beach with the kids. YES!
  Her mind drifted to a subject far more dear to her than anyone could ever be. Her lovely children. She constantly thanked God for them. Her raison d'etre. On this particular night, she felt a great need for comfort that was constant. She went to the children's room and said a silent prayer for them like she did every night while they were sleeping, only this time, she didn't turn out the light and close the door quietly behind her. She crawled into her Baby's bed and pulled her close. The scent of Johnson's podwer filled her nostrils as she snuggled closer. Baby stirred and Amal cooed her back to sleep. For the first time in a long time, Amal slept peacefully through the night.
 
  The next days before the holiday saw a new Amal emerge. Feeling willful and rebellious, she charged across the office smirking at every man in sight and feeling very haughty and grabbing every opportunity to run them down. It was the dawn of a new Amal. She was tough and needed to show it. To whom in particular was the big question. She could have been wearing armour and carrying a shield for all they cared. No one noticed and it was evident that the amazon was in a jungle of her own, Amal cooled off.


 

 

COMMENTS (16)

and different dream. Then in the morning, though in colorful words try to parse all the various dreams together as one piece. Sorry, I wasn't fooled! This was like a bunch of disjointed essays and other writings and thoughts "interestingly" pieced together as one long and fragmented story. Although, it was interesting to read, with hopes and prayers that the writer would somehow find his/her way back from the wilderness onto the original pathway. Finally, Ibrahim could lose his chance for a 2nd date due to recycling, then Aman's whole life is NOT better if she now lives on recycled memories of long ago as her sole source of pleasure today. That's my editorial opinion. get better, not bitter!
Posted by dtataf on Oct 01 2013 @05:48
Hmm... This story took off very nicely, with the ease and experience of a seasoned pilot off a runway on a clear day. I quickly spat out my chewing-gum, and pushed my head much closer forward, to the screen of my MacBook Pro, with high hopes and very spirited anticipation for pleasant and unexpected horizons, but with a purposeful destination on the flight plan. However, after many over-used and recycled cliches, as a reader, I found myself on the back of a hop-along butterfly, with no clear and obvious purpose of travel or destination in sight. It was like waking up in the night from a vivid dream to use the restroom, then return to bed again and again, each time to embark on a totally new,
Posted by dtataf on Oct 01 2013 @05:32
Hey Zahra, I missed one thing, which one of your reader already said in comments. Sometimes in life we never find out from people what they want from us we just assume they will come around and say and they just walk past. We can take the initiative to find out which might come out beautiful rather than letting them disappear and we then regret it. Good story again.
Posted by jose_14 on Aug 19 2013 @14:19
This was a good story, well put together and as i read it, it seem so real to me. I love the way you crossed from one part of the story to another. I was expecting more from the meeting with her girls. Also i almost laughed my head off when i read through the section with Ibrahim.
Its a story well composed. Give a thought to publishing this. Nice story Zahra.
Posted by jose_14 on Aug 19 2013 @14:10
Strong ability to detour and de javu with dexterity. Zahra is not only a master of suspense but also has a high capacity for vivid imagination.
Posted by franc04 on Apr 20 2013 @14:28
Of course its an interesting piece with too many outish sentences,
Posted by ralphshekari on Mar 02 2013 @08:51
I like the style of writing, it is internally ingenious. It is brilliantly romantic and intriguing.
You a raw gem and will be a publishers delight.
Posted by takisman on Jan 28 2013 @21:19
Quite an interesting story, which connects and relates to our everyday experience,in line with the modern day reality,laced with intrugues,suspense and fun.
Cant wait to read the outcome of it...WELLDONE! WELLWORK!
Posted by greatmate on Jan 11 2013 @15:19
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Posted by jaycole40 on Dec 05 2012 @16:50
it could be really sad. sometimes life goes that way.
Posted by abah on Nov 11 2012 @11:13

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