By Sarah Barnett
We whisper in our secret school, trade ideas, talk of history, art, culture.
Our hair fans free on our shoulders. We giggle. We girls must stick together! We pray Omid will come and things will change.
But the footsteps we hear are not Omid’s.
We sweep our notes under our gowns; hijabs shroud us once more. We swap our pens for needles and thread. Our philosophical debates turn to hollow gossip.
The steps retreat and we huddle in relief, chanting “Omid will come, Omid will come,” as the sun sneaks around the blackened curtain, casting light that can never be dimmed.
Powerful.
This says so much.
Wonderful words. The words speak for so many people across the board of life. So well written
Excellent, reminds me of Beckett: “Waiting for Godot”
Excellent story!
Remarkable
Such a big story in so few words
Emotive & powerful words…a perfect insight into a world that is rarely discussed.
Such a powerful theme expresses in so few words.
Superbly written, with sad but hopeful undertones.