Melek sits alone in a dark room looking outside the window. She searches for lightening as she hears the summer’s thunder. She inhales and exhales in short breaths from the sobbing. She puts her hand on the window as she hears the raindrops tap the glass. The sound is her only friend. The raindrops serenade her; they give her a sense of peace. Melek smiles tenderly; she knows it is a song of wonder. She leans her head on the window and closes her eyes. Her tears fall down her face in call and response to the raindrops as if it were a melody. To her, between the raindrops and her tears, there’s a certain harmony. She swings her left hand like a symphonic conductor and giggles with her eyes still closed, as she bites the nail of her right thumb. It is her happy place. Melek giggles innocently as if she were in a crowded room full of attendants. The sound makes her feel lovely, alive.
Suddenly, thunder plunges into her momentary peace. Though Melek contemplates its roaring presence, she is caught by surprise by its demanding manifestation. Unexpectedly, she feels cold and empty. She takes a deep breath and looks up at the sky. She can only see darkness and tints of light. She is a lost orphan standing disoriented and alone; she exists in a microcosm of a bitter world. She places both hands on the window in an effort to reconnect with the raindrop's melody. The clouds hover in disarray. Her heart is struck with an unbearable pain. Thunder has only come to destroy her peace and Darkness tries to intimidate her. Melek is stronger than she wants to believe. She trusts the specks of light despite the distance in the far sky. She cries out to its luminescence. Without hesitation, she leans toward the window, kneels, and begins to pray.
Thunder endeavors to crush her spirit. Melek reaches to the sky; she is not afraid. She finds beauty in all that glistens. She gives her all to endure the treacherous weather. She can’t help but cry out; she feels somewhat defeated. Her tears fall endlessly. She is in anguish. Then, the storm seemingly subsides, as if to fool her. Though Melek is weak, she stands tall as if to portray strength. Strong winds begin to suddenly blow causing debris to hit the window in an attempt to shake her seemingly weak spirit. She places her hands on the window, preparing for devastation. Melek flinches and becomes startled, this may be her last attempt of hope. In a façade of energy she smiles, but she is internally fading. Thunder seems relentless.
However, Darkness begins to pass as Light drives it away. Light has come to save her once again destroying Darkness. Amazingly, Melek remains pure. She is left in solitude, protected. Desperate to hear sounds of life and joy; her thoughts pierce her with memories of color. She no longer exists in monochrome. Everything Light touches gives it wondrous iridescence.
Melek knows that with every storm comes a new beginning and Darkness will have to find a home elsewhere.
Sometimes she yearns for the storm's return. Her only desire is to feel wanted. Despite the storms bitterness toward her, being hated seems fitting at times; even so, it makes her feel alive. She rationalizes the torment as recongnition. Feeling ousted, she yearns to be remembered. She is desperate to forget her neglected condition. She believes one day, things will be made right. Melek just wants to be loved. It is the basis for her existence; if she feels nothing then death seems more of a friend than her enemy. Melek has been swiftly assaulted by the unexpected storm many times, yet she welcomes it with open arms. Her innocence has made her numb to its painful blows. She understands that the storm is homeless and she knows it will come back to haunt her. Somehow she forgets the pain. Though she has stood in the midst of the storm, Light gives her a sense of hope; it helps her regain her validation. Melek thus runs outside in search for Light's embrace. Light gives her inner peace and shelters her from Darkness.
Light knows exactly what she needs and glistens on her skin as it maintains her aesthetic beauty. She is grateful. She raises her head with arms wide open. She looks up toward the sky with her eyes closed, smiling, and inhaling the fresh breeze of purity and dew. Light radiates on her glowing skin full of life. Melek understands that as long as there is Light, she is beautiful. Light tenderly protects her. It favors her splendor above her rivals. It brings her justice and sustains her. Though she recognizes this, her heart breaks with sadness. The flesh of her flesh and bone of her bones has deserted her. Despite her sorrows, she gains strength; not all is lost. She trusts Light and knows it to be her only source of hope. She understands that Light effortlessly draws out Darkness. She loves, believes, and endures for the sake of Light. Though Melek may fall, she has faith that Light will always give her enough strength to withstand another storm.
Melek finally understands that she is not alone and realizes that Light has been there all along. Although it is hard to believe, she holds it in her heart and vows never to be ungrateful. In the end, Melek dances in the rain and has no recollection of the pain until another storm pays her a visit and Light ignites the fire of hope to endure another day.
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