Think Outside The Novel

Promo

I have no idea for a story

"  Tu rends mon cœur entier. un sans âme. cependant, je ne peux pas contrôler. si vous pouvez consoler. ce trou si profond, Répétez ces mots alors que nos mondes s'entremêlent. avec la déesse de la lumière, Emini qui est la plus divine. Les cieux d'automne s'aligh. Et quand le soleil est le plus brillant, c'est un signe. que nos mondes s'alignent alors que l'environnement commence à briller."

I've been through this experience many times, waking up in a strange body surrounded by unfamiliar people with an unfamiliar language.

I can't even count how many times I have been reborn, 10, or 20? It's all a blurry picture. Do you think you can make out the people in the picture, they are all disfigured faces that you can't recognize. I've felt that feeling way too often.

Every time I reincarnate, the people from my past life feign no importance in my life anymore. At first, this feeling ripped me apart, but now it's stitched with the opening in my heart.

I'm Maleeha, or at least that's the name I received in my most recent life. Born to a low-class family in Afghanistan, it was brutal. The only way I survived was for the sake of my family. I may have shut my heart from forming emotional bonds, but that doesn't mean I'm heartless.

Watching my unfortunate twin sister, Madeeha, cry herself to sleep every night was far from bearable. Therefore, I decided to help the people I could in every life. It's the least I could do, at least to give my life some meaning.

By the time I had reached the age of 16, the whole family was able to immigrate to the nearby country of Pakistan, however in my attempts to lead my family across the border. I was attacked by a Taliban and died on the spot. I was able to slightly rest easy knowing that I had succeeded in the mission of this life.

However, when I awoke in my next life something wasn't right. Rather than being reborn as a newborn child, I was in the body of a 5-year-old, a phenomena that had never occurred before. The setting also didn't make sense. I was in a world that was set around the middle ages. I've always been born in the year of my death, but this time it seems I had travelled back in time.

I looked around the purple room embellished with gold designs all over and white doves on the sealing as I sat up from my bed. On the right, there was a lady wearing maid's clothes preparing child-sized clothing (presumably for me) by the large window. Opposite the bed was a vanity filled with all kinds of products. Between the bed and vanity were some sofas and a large carpet that stretched across the room. On the left was a large door that seemed to be the exit.

I was confused, but since I was so used to it, I wasn't that fazed by my situation which is commonly associated with abnormality. Plus, I've lived through the French revolution in one of my lives, so this shouldn't be that different or difficult.

"Oh Lady Melantha, your awake? Well, let me give you a bath to freshen up, shall we?

The maid walked over and picked me up from the comfortable bed into her firm arms.

"My my lady, you've gotten so light. You should stop skipping meals to play all the time."

I looked at the maid as I observed her body language. She had black hair, dark brown skin, and black eyes that felt like staring into the sky on a summer night. With a bright smile on her face that would make the sun or Aphrodite jealous to the bone. She seemed like a nice enough lady, so there was no need to be very of her.