Thursday 18 August 2016

Been a while

freewrite...

"Two hours and nothing. Not one word. The unfurling of image after image of unbridled destruction, she felt the pangs of despair reach the pit of her stomach. Her finger had scrolled miles. The weight of what she witnessed grew heavy. Everyone seemed to be angry at someone; some caught up in lies, and some blinded by their own ego, "ruthless" came to mind. Fingers poised, ready to unleash the rage that rose through her chest, they receded gently pushing back into her soft palms as the thought of a sister counting her last breaths came to mind. 'Fighting fire with fire only evokes greater misery, rather create a space where fires may no longer burn'."

"Mercy" is the word. © Aisha Mirza 

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