Chance

Title: Chance
Author: Muhammad Husaini bin Ab Aziz

  There she is, an angel-like figure leaning against the rustic wall too worried with my condition. I lay my head on that fluffy pillow with her as my company and a smile arch on her tantalizing lips as she stare at me while I try to close my eyes.

  It all started a year ago when no one in this world would have ever thought that a person like me would even exist. I, myself did not ever put an effort to distinguish myself from others but yet i know back then i was special. But for me it was all a curse. i was given a talent so special that anyone would want to have it. Those who crave for it would do anything even perhaps kill other people in having what I have. As morbid as it could be i had no other choice but to accept and live on with my mundane life.

  But, it changed when my love ones died leaving me alone to rot by myself. Everyday i wished i was dead like all of the people that i knew did. a part of me was about to accept it but once my wife was also lost in a battle of surviving, i began to develop an anger in myself, burning in me as well as ruining my life. Age was the one who won the battle. It was all a fairy tale to me to be living happily ever after. One day, i drove my car, curving at every turn with a gloom in my heart. There it was finally. i accelerated my car and swerved into a ram and my car plummeted into a stupendous ravine. i saw no end to it.

  The faces of the people that i knew throughout my life started to flicker before my eyes very vividly. The last one was my beloved wife. In the end the car crashed to the ground and it was engulfed in a blazing inferno, burnt at every inch. The fire too devoured my skin into oblivion and the weirdest thing was that i did not feel any pain. i could not feel anything at all. Shedding tears as all of my dwelled past began to haunt me with its festering view; i looked helplessly at my window as it shattered into tiny pristine pieces. my hands was still at the steering wheel so I curved my car randomly.

  A big tree came in view and at that time I hoped that my wish did come true. blood continued to drain out from my body as the car kept on driving itself towards the tree. it then hit the tree and a long hard branch penetrated deeply into my chest and the back of my spine. I was about to fall into a deep slumber for an eternity. My eyes closed and my heart stopped beating.

  Before long, a man came to me. I heard nothing except for a discordant tune at my ears which I later recognized it as the sound of an ambulance. A midget man came to me and I was so sure that he was stunned to look at my condition but one thing for sure he was brave enough. I could feel the beating of his heart as he pulled the branch out from my chest with great vigour. Nightmare struck before me at once the log that which had taken my life before was freed from piercing my chest.

  My heart started to beat again and slowly I regained my consciousness. My eyes opened at the sight of being in front of a blurry unrecognised man and his face was shocked to see my horrifying condition. I was beyond recognition but it was temporary as my skin started to emerge with a new flesh, even more perfect than before. My darkened figure due to the fire alternated with appearance of a lighter skin to skin.

  Drawing a steadying deep breath, my feet jerked and my hands moved with little tremors as I healed completely. The man who stood before me did not believe his eyes as I managed to recover from the wrath of that horrible accident. He moved three steps back and stumbled upon a root that emerged from the bloody ground and tripped over. Standing back up, he ran away as if he saw a ghost. I could not release myself as I was still stuck to the back of my seat.

  Minutes passed, I heard murmurs of disturbing voices heading towards me. Struggling, I pulled myself out but it was too late. A group of people looked at me as though I was a circus freak and a shot of a tranquilizer was enough to put me back to sleep. I gained my vision and clearly saw myself chained to the bed and three figures examining me, scrutinizing at every inch of my body. Startled, I tried to scream but my mouth was shut closed by a tight mask.

  Till then, I have always been locked up in that room, segregated from the rest of the community. I start to lose track of time. In the end this beautiful girl came to me and she declared herself as my great granddaughter. Since then, she would always pay a visit and she stood herself against the wall, looking after me. I close my eyes with a note of relief as I know that she is also given a chance to be like me.

THE END

p/s : any corrections or any ideas of improvement would do great. feel free to drop ur comments. i am still in a phase of improving my second based language which is english. thanks for reading.

                                                                                                                  

it's a new spirit. :)

now that SPM's out of the way, i could have all the time in the world. i could have ample time to renew my blog and even post more about my school. i was beginning to think i would never have anything chance to blog anymore. but then when spm's over, i felt a sheer of relief as well as content.

i promise if and only if i dont feel lazy, i would try to update more about the things that ive done throughout my life living in mrsm pengkalan chepa. there were ups and downs but mostly ups. i once felt sad living there but when i prayed to god, everything seemed to become easier. it was like that i went to a new place. ill tell you then about that. right now, im planning to spruce this blog up a little bit. maybe i make few changes with the template or even maybe try to change my blog's name to something else.

well, i plan to make this as a place for me to share my story. ill try my best to become even more diligent in posting new stuffs. but what the heck, i dont even know what to do during my moments of being free. i might as well blog right? it brings pleasure and i can always improve my english in doing this right? hehe.

well see you then. until next time. btw ill try my best to make this blog even more interactive and not boring. ill try to even publicise my blog so that more people would come and visit it. hehe . bye :))

Wishes

this is an essay especially for an awesome friend of mine. hope she likes it.

   Propping his shoulder against the wall as he glanced the room in brooding silence, I stared at his manly features. A note of uneasiness was depicted from his muscular face as he eagerly waited for me to get into labour. I, myself did not deny the fact that I was too worried with the prospect of having this baby. He looked at me with a nonchalant smile and came closer to my bed, grasping my hand to a gentle touch.

   Suddenly, an agonising pain surged across my body. Then, I realised that I having this painful contractions. Alarming my husband, I screamed as I held his hand ever so tightly, refusing to let him go. Seconds passed, the doctor came in and rushed me into the nearest labour room and as I entered into the dimly lit room with a frightening ambience, a very vivid flashback flickered before my eyes.

   It was my first meeting with my family doctor and I met her alone as my husband had to go abroad for his demanding job. During my first seven months of pregnancy, I frequently experienced pain on the left side of my stomach that I would sometimes faint because of it. So i told the doctor about the problem and she told me to go to the hospital and to have a thorough medical check-up.

   Since my husband was not around at that time, I went to the hospital alone with the help of my dearest best friend to aid me during my lonely moments. She sent me to the hospital and my hands started to tremble as I had always had bad experiences being in a hospital. Entering the room after undergoing a series of medical check-up, I looked at the doctor's face, searching for the answer to the difficulties that I had but there was no clear expression.

   Taking my seat as my feet tremores to the eerie sight being in front of the doctor, he began the conversation. He asked me so many things that there were at times, I felt he was trying to conceal the news from me that up to a point, I stopped answering and demanded the truth. His face completely changed and it was an omen, signifying that I was going to receive a bad news. He told me that.

   Suddenly, I woke up from my bed and looked around, a bit oblivious to my surroundings. With a blurry view, a man came to me and brought a baby in his hand, cuddling it with warmth and care. it was my child. He came closer to  me, putting the baby into my frail hands and I looked at the baby and tears rolled down my cheeks, as I remembered what the doctor had told me.

   Since that day, I would release a balloon outside my house into the air, attached to it a wish to god. After three months of taking care of the baby, everything seemed to be fine until that one night, I noticed my baby was not breathing normally, gasping for air. I woke up and dragged my husband along with me to the hospital, taking my baby. Minutes of waiting was worrying for me as my baby started to show the sign that I has always prayed for it not to happen.

   Calling my name along with my husband, I rushed into the room and saw my baby was put into an incubator. The doctor approached me, calming me and he told me that my baby was going to be fine. I knew it was going to happen sooner or later so I quickly wrote my new wish on a piece of note, and I kept it safely  in my purse.

   I knew that time, god had always been answering my prayers and I was not going to lose hope. As soon as I arrived home, I attached my wish to a balloon that I had bought earlier and went outside of my house. I released that one blue balloon and a gush of wind swept it away until it was stucked to a tree. Before I could do anything, my husband called and his face was not happy as it used to.

   Grabbing my hand with anger, we went to the hospital and he told me the news. Beyond my consciousness, I fell onto my knees and screamed as tears rolled down my cheeks. My baby was finally gone and I knew that time, my baby was fighting for his life to stay alive. I cupped my hands on to my face and leaned my head against my husband's shoulder, too saddened by the news.

   Since that day, I had always released 100 balloons into the air to decorate the sky with their vibrant colours as a remembrance of my first born baby. Attached to it was a note, the very last note that I had written which was blown by the wind during that hurtful incident. And on that note I wrote "Thank you god for you had always been there for me during my sad moments. And that you had given me the chance to spend even longer time taking care of my baby. Thanking you, for you had given me a perfect baby, a baby that was supposed to be born with no hands or even eyes to look at me. for you had not made what the doctor had said to be true. thank you."

corrections were made during the writing of this essay. hope you like it :))

no more SPM for me

is it really finally over? am i now free?  i looked at the clock and restlessly waiting for the invigilator to end the exam. one final scan on that piece of paper and i closed the paper, sat up straight and nervously awaited for the final minutes to end.

"stop writing, place your pen on your desk and one last check. check your id number your details."

   my heart pounded to the sound of that and i looked to my left and saw Mas, a friend of mine smiling at me. i did the same to her. i placed my exam paper to the right side of my table and anxiously shaking my knees to the excitement of me finally being free of the misery staying up late at night doing homeworks, memorizing those thick heavy books, and being a student that has to do every thing by the rules. one of the invigilator took my exam paper and a big joyful smile arched on my lips. i just could not stop smiling.

   i was about to shed tears but my inner conscience stop me from doing that.

"it all finally ends. 3.30 p.m finished with a biology paper 3. it's all over i am finally free." i whispered to myself.
 
   then we dispersed from the main hall and went to the invigilator to shake his hands. i ran to the door and my feet felt a little bit frail. i feel light. it seemed that all of my problems faded away and i could not describe the feeling in words. AT LAST I WAS FREE! SPM'S OVER! YEAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!