"pain... my heart... it hurts..."
These are the last words we heard from Marie. Nobody knows her real name. She's an orphan. Her parents were never known. She came here in the shelter house when she was five...Her beautiful face was cold...Her hands were full of blood...Her eyes were tormented...Her body was in full shock... Even all of us were in great distress the moment we saw her... "Holy heavens please forgive her," they all said.
She never speaks to anyone in here since the day she came. In fact she performs a daily routine and I have a record of it. She wakes up at three in the morning and then sits beside her bed until it’s time for breakfast. She eats her meal, does household chores and goes to the garden as ordered by Ms. Shirin, the one who manages this institution. She wants every child to have a time of refreshment. She stays there and doesn't speak to anyone until lunch. She eats, attends her class and then goes out to the octagon, a vacant place inside the premises, every night after dinner.
It's either she cries there or sleeps in the darkest corner where nobody sees her. She never shares anything to anyone. I know she’s still traumatized by what had happened though nobody knew anything about her. I know it’s tough but she doesn’t have to live this way. She’s with us for about three years now and still her life never changes. She doesn’t even have a friend.
