Student: Ayat Ahmed
Collage: Engineering Technical College
Talent: Writing Talents
Sylvia Asmodeus Ayat Ahmed, when did it become like this? It all started when I entered my room and closed the door. I lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling for hours, and the question began to repeat itself within me. When did my feelings begin to extinguish? I always wondered about the birth of someone like me. When did I become like this and begin to cry, and my tears began to burn my cheeks and my heart, which I could feel its strong beats and my hands that tremble and my trembling voice.... I wonder if it seemed easy when comparison with everyone became something easy, even with my family. Or when I failed to give alms, I did not find anyone who understood me enough and did not understand me completely. There is always a loophole that tells me I will continue to be like this. Do I deserve all of this? A person is truly born talkative until the nights teach them how to hold their tongues. Indeed, I am full of things that I can not live with, and I am still awake to know, but I don't know why and what I'm waiting for? and there's nothing to do... The night ends, and the morning comes, and the day also seems bad in all aspects. What's different is history. I wonder if everyone is like this or is it just me?
