O my God…O my God …O my God....................!!!!!!
She was screaming….She was screaming loud…She was screaming louder…..
Her screams were so loud that all the sleeping gods on earth should have heard them and their sleep would have been broken…and those buried under it should have come to life…
It was the voice of her heart…
It was cry of her soul..
It was the ache of her body…
Her eyes were full of pain but not a single drop of tear could reach her lashes for tears had dried out, just like the milk desiccated inside her mammary glands…long ago….when she had had to decide to do something ..no mother on this planet could even think of…
***
They were looking at her only son like greedy dogs wishing upon the only bone in their sight…
***
She couldn’t conceive , for many years after her marriage and it was regarded as a sign of being cursed , somehow, in the society of ignorant people who had forsaken the religion of the only God for ages…
Her in laws were, a few steps ahead of their age of incurable blindness…
So she was taken to a famous shrine which according to their belief was an enchanted shrine with a godly figure buried under the ground and was ‘alive’, controlling the happenings over it.
The dead body was regarded even more powerful than when it was alive…
People were believed to be granted the male children by the prayers of the undead, but the condition was…to donate their first born child to the shrine…
***
This world is full of un-explained miracles!
Who heard her prayers, which could not be heard on the praying carpet of her home and her heart…? She could never tell but yes……she became pregnant ……with a male child….
It was a healthy male child , when born ..full of vigor , when touched by the unbelieving fingers of his mother…how could she forget the burden of joy, she had carried for nine months of apprehension , inside her…Only the thought of it triggered the molecules of oxytosin and generated the streams of motherhood inside her bossom…but her heart became filled by the fear and doubts ..again…
Her body was a barren earth, became fertile again..and now….
Her newborn child was being snatched away .. No I wasn’t a miscarraige or an abortion … owing to natural or un-natural reasons ..it was something absolutely incomprehensible ….and inhuman ..unearthly…ungodly….but no laws of the earth or one God could have come in its way..
Why?
Each and every inch of her body was questioning…but all whys dried out…like tears and milk…
***
The shrine people were servants of their god too. They were programmed to obey the orders…and the orders were more cruel than the worst punishments given to a human soul, mind and body….ever...
The baby’s head was supposed to be clutched inside a metal frame...... to stop……..all kind of physical...... mental ........and spiritual growths….all his life……!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He was supposed to ‘beg’.... for the shrine... by turning into a ‘Rat’ of the god of the shrine….
***
She had known it….She had known it....she had....
How could she have carried this burden on her soul...mind and...body....
But she .....had....
***
An Ocean of years swept passed….
***
She was inside her kitchen, when her youngest daughter called her…she was scared of someone at the door begging for money and food...she had had someone's glimpes through a window…Both of her brothers were not home and the little girl was scared to answer the knock…
Her mother rushed out with some money and the left over food in her hand…
She opened the door…
***
O my God…O my God …O my God..
She was screaming….She was screaming loud…She was screaming louder…..
But no one heard her….
No it can’t be happening……the doors of her heart were banging loud….
Every time when such a beggar used to come at the door, she could always manage, to look for something at his wrist….
This time she recognized it…....' a mark '….still clearly visible at the wrist of the handicapped…..
He was her first-born .....at her door.....and she was the ‘Mother’ of that ‘Rat’....
She was screaming….She was screaming loud…She was screaming louder…..
Her screams were so loud that all the sleeping gods on earth should have heard them and their sleep would have been broken…and those buried under it should have come to life…
It was the voice of her heart…
It was cry of her soul..
It was the ache of her body…
Her eyes were full of pain but not a single drop of tear could reach her lashes for tears had dried out, just like the milk desiccated inside her mammary glands…long ago….when she had had to decide to do something ..no mother on this planet could even think of…
***
They were looking at her only son like greedy dogs wishing upon the only bone in their sight…
***
She couldn’t conceive , for many years after her marriage and it was regarded as a sign of being cursed , somehow, in the society of ignorant people who had forsaken the religion of the only God for ages…
Her in laws were, a few steps ahead of their age of incurable blindness…
So she was taken to a famous shrine which according to their belief was an enchanted shrine with a godly figure buried under the ground and was ‘alive’, controlling the happenings over it.
The dead body was regarded even more powerful than when it was alive…
People were believed to be granted the male children by the prayers of the undead, but the condition was…to donate their first born child to the shrine…
***
This world is full of un-explained miracles!
Who heard her prayers, which could not be heard on the praying carpet of her home and her heart…? She could never tell but yes……she became pregnant ……with a male child….
It was a healthy male child , when born ..full of vigor , when touched by the unbelieving fingers of his mother…how could she forget the burden of joy, she had carried for nine months of apprehension , inside her…Only the thought of it triggered the molecules of oxytosin and generated the streams of motherhood inside her bossom…but her heart became filled by the fear and doubts ..again…
Her body was a barren earth, became fertile again..and now….
Her newborn child was being snatched away .. No I wasn’t a miscarraige or an abortion … owing to natural or un-natural reasons ..it was something absolutely incomprehensible ….and inhuman ..unearthly…ungodly….but no laws of the earth or one God could have come in its way..
Why?
Each and every inch of her body was questioning…but all whys dried out…like tears and milk…
***
The shrine people were servants of their god too. They were programmed to obey the orders…and the orders were more cruel than the worst punishments given to a human soul, mind and body….ever...
The baby’s head was supposed to be clutched inside a metal frame...... to stop……..all kind of physical...... mental ........and spiritual growths….all his life……!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He was supposed to ‘beg’.... for the shrine... by turning into a ‘Rat’ of the god of the shrine….
***
She had known it….She had known it....she had....
How could she have carried this burden on her soul...mind and...body....
But she .....had....
***
An Ocean of years swept passed….
***
She was inside her kitchen, when her youngest daughter called her…she was scared of someone at the door begging for money and food...she had had someone's glimpes through a window…Both of her brothers were not home and the little girl was scared to answer the knock…
Her mother rushed out with some money and the left over food in her hand…
She opened the door…
***
O my God…O my God …O my God..
She was screaming….She was screaming loud…She was screaming louder…..
But no one heard her….
No it can’t be happening……the doors of her heart were banging loud….
Every time when such a beggar used to come at the door, she could always manage, to look for something at his wrist….
This time she recognized it…....' a mark '….still clearly visible at the wrist of the handicapped…..
He was her first-born .....at her door.....and she was the ‘Mother’ of that ‘Rat’....
SW
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