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Woman In Black

She sits in silence her tears pouring down, her hands shivering and dancing to the rhythm of her heart beat.  It’s a glimpse into what surrounds her, a past that turns her world around. Calling out names of people who have faded away, nothing in her ears except the echo shaking her cold body.  Nothing in her eyes but tears, she’s a woman in black living moments of fear…

What covered her soul with sadness? What made her wings too weak to fly as high as she had dreamed? She had been an angel with a pure heart, no wounds caused by lies, not afraid to walk in the sunshine, wise and full of life.  Now she’s an aching heart, dancing in the dark with broken wings.  When she falls and another wound appears on her body, she’s content with her bleeding skin.  But there are other wounds that are hidden inside of her heart.

 She heads to her closet to pick a colorful dress, maybe it can help her to take a step to happiness, she hope so anyway.  If she could change the colour she wears, picking her favorite dress with a broken smile, she thinks she might change her dark mood for a colorful one.  But standing in front of her mirror, what she sees is herself wearing black again, how come she wondered looking down, it’s a colorful dress, but a glimpse into the mirror and it’s black again…  It’s the reflection of her aching soul in the mirror, that can’t allow her to be happy, won’t allow her to fool herself by covering her body with a colorful dress.  She’s not smart enough to fool her soul, it’s not about her body, it’s about what lies within.  When skin is wounded it bleeds, but then it heals.  Maybe there will be a scar as a reminder of the wound, maybe not.  But when her soul is wounded, it is a hurt without bleeding or screaming, and she is lost in a body that doesn’t know what to do.  A wounded prisoner in a sad body, that can’t give up, yet can’t escape.  That is the blackness in the woman’s soul… 

She would break her mirror to destroy the truth she’s denying….  The truth that hurts, the truth that would always be there…  Leaving her room the pieces of her mirror cover the floor, they seem to her like shards of her aching soul….  Please Lord give me strength she screams silently, asking for the power to feel strong enough, to stand up on her own again.  She has faith to ask God for help, to look up in prayer when everything else would turn her down.  When none of those passing can give their hands to help her up, only God is willing to do that. 

She knows that all those who came her way may be good people, but still they turned, to become a pain in her life, turned now into illusion.  The love she gave taken for granted, the friends she trusted have left her alone with doubt, and those who passed away have left her with a dead heart and a soul in pain, turning her days into black.  So many questions she asks herself.  Asking why?  Such an easy and short word, but the answer is so complicated and hard.  Walking slowly with breaking steps, she’s too young to feel old this way.  She’s full of life, so why is she’s dying silently everyday?  What makes her switch on the light in the middle of the day, when the sun is shining and warm? She lives in the light but sees nothing but darkness, she has her own world no one else can enter, to be there to share her pain.  All she sees is darkness, opening her eyes or closing them, it’s all the same.  Who should she blame that the light has left her life?  Who would take her hand and walk slowly with her, who can show her the way.  Who would be brave enough, kind enough, to make her feel safe?  She tries through her faith to light her way, she asks for God’s help in all the ways she knows. She has none beside her except God and her faith.

She’s a young woman who was surrounded by big numbers of friends, but started to lose them one by one until she ended up alone.  She has memories that she keeps of things she can’t feel or see any more.  The breeze touching her face, the flowers and the trees playing in breeze, the giggling of kids and their innocent faces.  Recalling them makes her feel a little alive, but all that she hears is a killing silence that she fears.  She can feel the happiness of other women with their children and their men when they are pass her by, but yet she can’t dare to wish to have a family and kids too.  It’s spring time and the sun is shining outside, she touches her lips making sure she’s smiling, heads to her closet to try to figure out which colorful dress to wear, picking her blue dress, she never looks at her mirror.  Standing on her balcony she tries to be strong, a passing neighbor tells her she looks good today, she smiles, forgets herself and goes to see herself in the mirror, all she sees is black.  Her soulful eyes fill with tears, ruining her make up, she breaks down on the floor, and breaks another mirror, it’s not her mirrors fault.

Darkness is covering her life.  There is only her faith left now to light up her way.  She searches again and again through her faith to re-find her security and joy.  She’s a blind woman fighting every day to find her way back to happiness.  In the past she was a happy girl full of life.  They all see her as the girl in the ever-changing colourful dresses, she has her own world.  In her sight everything has changed, she has forgotten the sensation of being happy, she accepts the bitter fact, she’s a woman in black.


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May 25, 2011 - Posted by | Accidents, childhood, emotions, English, fear, Footprints, forgiveness, friendship, Hate, Human Rights, Hurt, Letters, Life, Love, Memories, Nature, others, outsiders, Parents, Past, Peace, Promises, silence, Smile, Speak, Thought, Trust, unfaithful, Violence, Words, youth


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  2. Jinan, This is such a heart wrenching story. I truly hope that I can be that person who listens and hangs in there with anyone feeling such pain. We all go through dark times in our lives, but someone to hold your hand at those times is a gift from God. Thank you for writing such a touching piece.

    Comment by vicki miers | May 26, 2011 | Reply

  3. Hi Jinan, this is very beautiful. You’re writing is very soulful. It speaks of hardship and beauty. I’ve read that our writing in some ways is a reflection of what we feel. I do believe that there is hope amidst all this darkness. There truly is a light. Thank you.

    Comment by Chad | May 26, 2011 | Reply

  4. My Darling Jinan,
    This is such a heart wrenching essay. I have to tell you how very beautiful this is.
    May Jesus, hold you in His loving arms and protect you from any harm…


    Comment by ArleneMeuchel | May 26, 2011 | Reply

    • Dear Arlene 🙂 I’m so happy to read your comment, you are so kind, thank you for reading my articles as usual…:) God bless you!! xXx

      Comment by Jinan Zeidan | May 26, 2011 | Reply

  5. Awesome job dear one You are Truly Blessed xXx

    Comment by Brenda McAleer | May 25, 2011 | Reply

    • Thank You Brenda… I appreciate your comment as usual and glad you like my article..:)

      Comment by Jinan Zeidan | May 26, 2011 | Reply

  6. Dear Jinan

    A very creative piece. A beautiful story. Darkness is only in the mind… not in the soul. The soul is forever filled with light, peace and hope. The soul may be covered by the hues of experience and thoughts. But weakness does not become of individuals. Strength is in experience and growth in difficult times. A man or woman is never weak only their thoughts may appear so. Not a wounded soul… but a hurting heart would be more apt for a sad situation like this.

    You write beautifully and have a beautiful way of expressing your imagination.

    Love and light dear Heart

    Comment by kay | May 25, 2011 | Reply

  7. So sad, but she must go through the time of mourning, slowly the heart will heal, and the world will be colorfull again.

    Comment by Bonnie | May 25, 2011 | Reply

    • Thank you Bonni,I agree it’s so sad, i’m talking here about a blind woman, who is trying to hold on to be strong through her faith, I don’t know if she could see the world colorful again after she lost her sight in an accident…

      Comment by Jinan Zeidan | May 26, 2011 | Reply

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