I was born in a moment of shallow ardour.
At that very moment, perhaps, my destiny had been scribbled too.
As I grew, I started to hear the soft heartbeats of my mother: the rhythmic music that brought to me a unique sense of security and comfort. Gradually, I even began to overhear words from outside.
Really?? I'm so happy. I strongly feel it's a boy this time. And we will confirm that tomorrow- said a hefty voice. I guessed it was my father. And moments later, I could hear my mom sob in silence. I can't let you die again, my baby. She was talking to me. I hope you not are a girl!
Not that I feared death. Not that I wanted life. After all, someone unborn like me is nothing more than a virgin soul. And I knew no abortion could kill the real me.
But I felt sad. I felt miserable for the woman whose heartbeats sounded shaken at that moment. I felt sorry for the man who did not reject me outrightly, but would sanction my existence on the basis of my gender. I felt terrible to acknowledge her vulnerability and his vulgarity.
Do I really want to experience the world outside- the world that already seems so filthy? I questioned myself. My little mind wondered if I would end up becoming another helpless mother or heartless father. But a higher intelligence pacified my perplexity. I realized that, if born, I would at least have a chance to bring about a change. And that's reason enough for me to want to live.
At that very moment, perhaps, my destiny had been scribbled too.
As I grew, I started to hear the soft heartbeats of my mother: the rhythmic music that brought to me a unique sense of security and comfort. Gradually, I even began to overhear words from outside.
Really?? I'm so happy. I strongly feel it's a boy this time. And we will confirm that tomorrow- said a hefty voice. I guessed it was my father. And moments later, I could hear my mom sob in silence. I can't let you die again, my baby. She was talking to me. I hope you not are a girl!
Not that I feared death. Not that I wanted life. After all, someone unborn like me is nothing more than a virgin soul. And I knew no abortion could kill the real me.
But I felt sad. I felt miserable for the woman whose heartbeats sounded shaken at that moment. I felt sorry for the man who did not reject me outrightly, but would sanction my existence on the basis of my gender. I felt terrible to acknowledge her vulnerability and his vulgarity.
Do I really want to experience the world outside- the world that already seems so filthy? I questioned myself. My little mind wondered if I would end up becoming another helpless mother or heartless father. But a higher intelligence pacified my perplexity. I realized that, if born, I would at least have a chance to bring about a change. And that's reason enough for me to want to live.
awesome!!
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