Fansa

Chapter 6

The bed was made bigger by the sea of thoughts she swam in. Everything looked watery as she fixed her gaze in the middle of nowhere,trying to make out sense of things she just witnessed. Her hair was covered with a tiny piece of handkerchief, revealing what was to be covered to anyone who bothered to enter. Her limbs was numb from excessive thoughts. Her eyes barely moved and when they did,they moved quickly back to how they were. The lipstick she wore the previous night screamed "notice-me" as it sat conspicuously on the top right hand corner of her pillow. She was awake but semi-conscious. She neither moved nor talked but gravitated,with emotional abandon into another world,phantasmagoric,pathetically oblivious of the one of her bodily existence. Three she conversed with three people. Inside her head.

"Amma you've seen things in this life!" The first voice said. She sounded persuasive and beguiling, like a systematic design to get people to do what the voice wants,not the right thing.

"What is it ?" The other voice asked, casting a scornful and disgusting loook at her.

"Eh,don't look at me like that" she replied. "Good Samaritan. Can't you at least give the girl one good advise for once?"

"Good advise? Tell me one..one you've given to her. All you do is to make her unnecessarily angry. You make her blind and rash into making decisions she'll regret. You cover her eyes to the truth and....."

"...Issokay o! Like you sleep in the mosque! Good person. Oya give her na. Tell her what to do. Don't forget what Amir and Hafsah made her go through.."

"My dear. See. Listen. Think. If we're to say the truth, you're not exactly innocent. In fact,you're not innocent by any shred. You're being cheesy and bitter over things you've done to other people a thousand times. How did you think they survived? I'm sure you never considered their feelings. You only went for what you want and got it through any means available. You killed homes and destroyed relationships. Just take this to be your penance and move ahead. Forge ahead. You're still young and very beautiful. I mean,no full blooded man will look at you and say you're not pretty. Nafisah did what she did..."

At this point, the other voice entered. It was like she was lurking in the corner, hands akimbo,waiting for the slightest of chances to jump into a fight. Just that she is just a voice. She isn't real.

"....can you imagine? Nafisah? Betrayed you? After all you've done for her? Ah!! KD! If you don't deal with two of them...If you don't pepper their bodies....."

"...Oh shuttup joor!" She replied. "Where were you when Kd treated her like a slave? Where were you when she called her names? What did you do then?"

She kept quiet for a while. The third person, Hafsah, sat behind watching the two voices argue themselves out in her head. The first voice,the evil one,broke the yoke of silence in the environment.. Inside Kd's head

"...so...I mean, no matter how much or what she did to Nafy,there are ways of resolving it. They're ways of thrashing things out especially if the two involved call themselves friends. Even if she sought vengeance,there are ways she'd have  done it without involving what KD  loves the most on the surface of the earth.."

"You don't dictate how a person reacts after pushing him to the well. You can't determine how hard a blow will hit you after you did the initial hitting..."

"Well-done" The first voice said in mockery "Mrs philosopher"..

She cared little and paid no attention to her. She turned to Kd and continued telling her what she had to tell her. The thing with humans is that some of them have this strong abhorrence for the truth. Truth these days fetches you pain and lies is a mirror for a lot of gain. They,armed with intellect and the ability to separate truth from falsehood and facts from shaft,will still pander to the sonorous music played by their emotions. What they have in their heads this time is reduced to the definition of a matter; having weight and occupying space.