Fajir

Day 1

It was just like any normal day. I was gettin ready for my flight to Bulgaria- it seems like a nice place. I just graduated from highschool, it was getting too boring here.
        I used to always ask myself... Why were humans made ? I was different from my classmates. I liked to ask questions, in which nobody would usually ask. I normally have nothing to do during the day, i went to a lot of places, Morocco, UK, USA, France .... I don't know what to do anymore.
I packed all what i needed, clothes, shampoos, shoes, accessories, i got my phone, a charger, chocolate, sweets, and money . My flight was at 6pm but i had to go early because of the usual traffic, it's annoying.
"Goodbye aunt marilyn ! " i yelled, as she was standing at the door with a box of tissues. Knowing how much she would cry, i gave her one last hug, my uncle couldn't be there because of work that day. I then quickly hopped into the car, i was quite excited having recently just received my driving licence.
As i started driving, i thought to myself " i want to visit the old lake, which my late father used to bring us after school to fish, i haven't visited it in years" it's nice to go places Like that every once in a while, right? Ever since my new cousin was born, we stopped going there. Aunt Marilyn was busy taking care of the kids, Uncle Ross comes home later at night. Aunt Marilyn warrend me that i shouldn't use that road, only recently, there had been 3 accidents there.
Knowing my oh-not-so-thoughtful-self, the thought of me getting injured or hurt never passed my mind " it'll be fine ! " i said with a smile. After walking around the lake and seeing the little duckling swimming around, i ,then, decided to take off.
I got into my car,and started driving. Few moments later, everything was pitch black, my whole body hurts... did i crash ? This can't happen, can it ? ... I can't let anything worse happen to me, afterall, " i wouldn't want her to cry. " i said before i closed my eyes, i smiled.

I soon got woken up by a kid yelling " Grandma ! Is she dead ? " she was speaking Arabica, language i haven't heard in a while, i understood most of it, my late mother taught me Arabic, she was Labanese. An old woman's voice gently replied " No Jawhara, she should be awake anytime " I slowly open my eyes only to see a grandma and her grand child's faces in shock " finally awake now are we ? " she asked. I looked around, it was an old house, with barely any funiture in it. " where am i ? " i asked, the little child suddenly started asking me " what's wrong with your hair ? What happened to it ? Your eyes look like color of the sky " the grandma replied " you're in Maccah " hold on a sec ... isn't Maccah in Saudi Arabia ? If so, how did i end up here ?? " this can't be real " i said " i was just in Canada ! " I quickly rush to the door, the first thing i saw were houses made out of mud, there were merchants and people walking around in old outfits, it reminded me of a book i read about old arabia.
Yet, all the women i saw, none of them wore the hijab/scarf . I then realized i was in a place i shouldn't be ... In the " Jahiliya " ( the time period before islam) i went outside, and started running around the area i was in. It seemed too real to be fake. by the time i finished running, the long lane of houses came to an end, i saw a small place were it had more sand, as if it was made to hide something. I slowly walked towards it, i had an idea of what it could be but i ignored it, it was too horrible. I start digging and removing the sand... It was a newborn baby, buried alive.
Jawhara saw me doing that, she knew i'd find that horrrible " w-what is this ? Why ?? " i asked as i held the baby in shock. " oh, that's normal here, people here think that girls bring bad luck, so they bury them alive as soon as they're born " the kid spoke, with a sad tone. At that point, i could believe anything, afterall i'm stuck in ancient Saudi Arabia, more than 1400 years back in time, where they still kill children. The kid, then grabbed my arm and said " let's go home " i agreed. We re-buried back the child back were it was, it's sad, she couldn't live any longer, that she was born before islam, in the Jahiliya.Poor thing.
We then went back home, it was dusk. It was nice.
I, then woke up around 4-6am, climbed up the small house i was staying at. " Fajir, my favorite time of the day " i quitely said. Even after 1400 years, somethings never change, huh.

( Fajir is when the sun goes up, where i live, it goes up at 4-6 am )