I alwasys tried to be the wise part

Crisis of Femininity

I always tried to be the wise part. It didn’t take me much effort to start a story and to end it; the game has gone like that. Wait, a game? I don’t have the right to call it so; I had a reason for each word, and a feeling in each moment. It wasn’t a game. It was I in a way!

She was trying effortly to see her face in that shattered mirror; there were a lot of small mirrors. Here she saw her eyes, and there she saw her lips, and in another small piece she saw the right half of her face, but she could never see her whole face. She had a thought, that if she took some steps to the back she would see her full face. It worked, but, wasn’t that face vague enough not to be recognized? She hardly could, with that distance, see her eyes color or her lips line! She moved forward again, she looked carefully for a piece that was enough to define here, but again there was no use. That didn’t stop her, she got some small pieces close to each other, she had a large piece now. She looked to her hand-made mirror, she was able to see her full face, but, it was cracked. It was a face; the image has eyes, lips, nose, cheeks, but no features. She was not she in the mirror!

I was close enough to make waves end where my feet. I was watching with pleasure the wave starting far away from nowhere, traveling all that distance to touch gently my feet. It started with my toes to hold gradually my whole feet, and then it moved back to end again in the place it came from, in the huge sea. I was enjoying the chill I felt by cold water, the feeling of eternity that the huge sea was in rush to hold my feet, and the way the waves moved back respectfully. Anyway, it was late and I had to leave, I gathered myself and turned to move away. I walked a few feet away from the place I left my footprints, and there I stopped to departure the sea. I waved to him, but, while my arm was waving, I noticed that waves were clearing my trace, my arm frozenly suspended in air!

Once upon a time, the God of ugliness decided to kill his enemy, the Goddess of beauty. He gathered all means he needed for his battle, wore the ugliest face he had, and saturated his heart with hate. The Goddess of beauty didn’t know about his evil plan. She was walking between spring winds, spreading her touches, roses turned red, lands turned green, and birds started to sing their melodies. She was full of soft and pure beauty, she had a tender soul, and her heart was enough to fill earth with love. Her hair was a golden stream, her eyes held a million stars, her skin was smooth, and her smile showed endless glitter. The God of ugliness was hiding there, watching her and waiting for a moment at which he can prison her in death forever. He used all his power and evil to curse her. It was the right moment; he ran quickly towards her, raised his weapon. He was ready to beat her. She raised her face and looked into his eyes, she smiled gently. He could not move his weapon anymore; he walked back to his land cursed!

Once again I had to end it.

(Thanx to S.R for help)

Aziz Wadi

22/4/2003