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Monday, September 2, 2013

Angels by Lake Washington

Angels by Lake Washington.


Dedicated to young Afghan girls and boys who despite their busy schedules in school ,life and work they forget about having fun or even relaxing and use their time to help build schools for girls in Afghan villages, the ones who make R.E.A.C.H ( Relief and Education for Afghan Children) still stay alive.
Thank you very much



Zarmina  was walking by the shores of Lake Washington. A cold breeze from  blue, chilly waters was caressing her  face. She just finished preparing for big exam to a prestigious university for her post grad studies. It has been a long walk, after a long day. Sun going down on Puget Sound with rays of gold and orange. The beauty was out of this world.
She finds an empty picnic table, sits on the bench.It is getting late she think. I will sit five minutes to regain my energy, then go home. I don’t want to be out in the dark. She spread her books, realizing how much more, she has to read. Her mind is not working anymore. Without realizing her head hits the table, her eyes close. Still that everyday beautiful smile that reflects her optimism about the world is on her face. I always wondered where all that optimism come from.In this world that is infested so much misery, poverty, destruction and war, she still always remains optimist.
Then I realized. Running water is never afraid of the dirt and light can never be blocked by the darkness. If you are always good, you never hurt anyone and you always try to do the right thing, pessimism can never penetrate your soul. Anyways did it ever happen to you that sometime you are sleeping but you never realize it. You still think you are awake  That's what happened to her here. So She thought she was still turning the pages on her book that a weird sensation of something invisible is approaching hits  her. Slowly invisibility changed to transparent wings, the size of a fairy but keep changing in size , little bigger, an 8 0r 9 years old girl. A tiny white scarf on her head, black school dress, But still transparent then a full size angel that she has only seen in the movies., All white with a thousand and one sparkling stars. It was like she didn't have any dimensions, She could see the trees behind her and through her.
Wow, what is that, Zarmina thinks, She is scared, She wants to jump and runs away as fast as she can. She was about to scream that the angel, the fairy, that little school girl, whatever she was put her index finger on her lips, then gently touched her forehead that brought sudden calm and peace to her heart. Then, she, it, whatever that thing was pointed to the tree like maybe 40, 50 feet away. She saw the most beautiful birds she ever seen. Tiny but so alive jumping from branch to branch. All singing in chorus, in harmony. Zar is thinking, amazing, I understand them, every word they are saying. It is not English, not French, not Farsi or Pushtu and certainly not Arabic. A strange new language. that  I never heard before but I do understand every word.of it.
So she picks her notebook and start writing:


You said you don’t believe in Angels
But we are all around you
And you are one of us
You are the best we have
When a loved one gets mad
And yells at you
Your answer is always a smile
Or a nice word
You pray for your enemy
More than you pray for yourself.
You always have more than you can handle
Yet you still find time to do something
Something nice  for your little sister
And others like you
And the ones you never met
And you never will
You don’t even expect them to say thank you
You have a soul that is clean and pure
Cleaner than any saint and any angel
Yet you never ask for a reward
Or a pay back
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Everyone has an angel or two
Thats always there
When they are in need
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Yes Zareena don’t say you don’t believe in Angels
Because even Angels have good, better and best.
And you are the best we could ever find


She was thinking, Am I in heaven? No no I remember I came here to relax before I read more and more of never ending library of boring books, with technical terms. But it seemed like she didn’t care anymore. She was above minor inconveniences or even major ones in life.
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-Zarmina, Zarmina, what's up with you? God I never get you. Even in your sleep that smile doesn’t fade away. Get up sis, time to go home, I thought I’ll find you here in, your favorite spot.
-Oh my God , it is 9 o’clock and its dark. Thanks God Sabrina. Would have been so dangerous if I stayed here overnight.


She gets up. to go back home with her older sister. She realizes it was all a dream. Of course she is not an angel.Just and ordinary girl who struggles to survive in this world. Suddenly she sees one of those birds again, the one she saw in her dream . It sits on a branch just five feet away, starts singing that weird language again.
Yes you are Zarmina
You are an angel
But don’t be proud
Even you need a guardian angel
Your sister
The ones that walks by you now
And just saved you\
From the dangers of the night.


She gets scared, and  hugs her sister.
_ What is it Zarmina?
_ Nothing did you hear that?
_Hear what? I can just hear your fast breathing, don’t be scared, I am here.
_ The bird singing in spoken words..
_ What? There are no birds at this time.
they all call it night and sleeping., I think you are just stressed out. You have too much on your plate but everything is going to be okay, trust me.


Nevermind sister, Zarmina replies, I love you so much. I don’t know if you have a telepathy, you are a  psychic, or what? You just pop up like a genie from nowhere the minute I need you.
_ Shut up Zarmina, you are  making me embarrassed. It is my job. God entrusted you to me, you are the best treasure I can ever have asked for  in this  world.and the one after  How am I going to live with myself if anything bad ever happens to you. So let’s go home,
Zarmina’s  throat. get full of emotions, she wants to cry, cry of joy, but she doesn't and she doesn't say a word, not even thank you sister and she walks home quietly…


The end
September  2nd 2013
By Kabuli
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