Love , Clarity (translated)

voice without voice

"Do you still think about that girl?" that's what Kalin said while he was sat on his chair.

I smiled as an answer for his question.

"Zain... You don't know her..." he said then he took a sip of his coffee.

How do I not know her Kalin, whenever I see her massages, I imagine her soul in front of me,  when I read her words, I hear her voice ringing in my ear, how do I not know her?

After finishing his coffee he said: "I know what you are thinking about."

‬I looked at him with surprise, then I said with sign language: "What?"

He completed: "You want to see her, right?"

I smiled then answered: "Yes."

He sighed and then he said: "Well, I'll help you find her, but this is going to take a long time."

I said: "I can wait two years."

I remember when I was eight. I moved to a new school. I walked with slow steps until I arrived to the class door. I remained standing in my place until I heard the teacher's voice saying: "Come and introduce yourself."

I moved five steps forward and lifted a booklet that was in my hand with writing on it: "I am named Zain, and I'm eight years old, I moved to the city recently,  nice to meet you."

I heard voices here and there, wondering why I'm silent and why I've communicated using a booklet.

I turned the pages, I stopped then lifted it: "Yes, I am mute."

The teacher looked at me then she look towards the students: "I want for all you to be kind to him. Alright?"

The students said with a loud voice in unison: "Yes teacher."

What a lie, I don't know if  teachers believe it ... A new student enters, and they say: "I want from each one of you deal with him kindly."
And the students answer: "Ok," or: "Of course", but in truth they don't deal with me like they pretend they will.

Is it because I'm mute? Maybe if I were like them they wouldn't fall in the hole of lies.

"Zain, do you remember when we were in elementary school?" He said as he was raising a piece of cake.

He said with a smile that decorated his mouth: "Your favorite kind of cake."

I smiled and replied at him: "Thank you, and yes... how I can forget?"

How can I forget what happened to me in elementary school, all the harrowing rumors, burning tears, the place cleared, as if I were in a world where there was no one but me...

Until I heard footsteps moving towards me, penetrating the wall of that world that put me under it's cage, Kalin...

Despite the pain that shred my heart into pieces, Kalin returned my smile, I no longer hated school.

School was not bad having a friend by your side, pushing you forward, digging a smile on your face wether you want it or not, helping you get up when you fall on the ground.