The Abused Mind

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*The image above is my inspiration of Asfar, he is an Anglo-Arab chestnut gelding called George, and that is me giving him a hug after our
jumping lesson*

The trailer rumbled up the driveway, the sound of a horse neighing coming from inside. "This horse is untameable missy, you may as well just leave her."

"What is her back story?"

"Well, she was abused, starved, abandoned, she was bred at this place where they tied the horses head to their necks to make them look 'pretty', she is Quarab, a beautiful palomino, we think anyway, she is covered in blood and grime. She is very skittish."

"Thank you, I will take amazing care of her"

"I know you will. Oh, I almost forgot, she doesn't have a name."

"Thanks, take care."

When I saw her, I was expecting her not to look that disastrous.
Her mane was matted with blood and mud, her ribs were sticking out and her hindquarters were sunken in, she was covered in blood and muck. Her confirmation was elegant and stunning, she had slashes and wounds all over her, some seeping either blood or puss.
To fix this horse would take months, but to fix this horse mentally, would take years.

*3 months later*

Kamilah {meaning Perfect in Arabic} galloped around the field, her golden tail streaming behind her. She was gleaming, her once blood-stained coat was shimmering in the light of the sunset. She was still skinny, but that was just muscle wastage. This horse will turn out to be a remarkable horse. But her mind was still abused. The training has only just become.

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