Nightmare

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By Mixbah Zaffar

The mysterious sounds, the horror scene, the sweating of whole body. I felt he was the angel of death, who had come to depart my soul. Red eyes, black, white face, small bearded patches, wide open mouth. Ahh! I couldn’t figure out if he was smiling or making me feel worse. Don’t know who he was! But the image of innocence; of horror that reflected simultaneously from his face was quite surprising. I could feel the distance that fell short with each second. I gazed at him, as he tried to make an eye contact for a long time. His appearance dragged me to some different dimension of my past. He reminded me of my mistakes, sins; my pious deeds too. He made me calculate my perfection. I was like, what is my overall gain? What I’m gonna be in my future? Do I serve the motive of my life or I’m just living superfluous? What if this is an angel of death; come to take me over? What he gonna do with me? Make me feel the reality or fly with my soul? The whole body sweating, forelimbs trembling with fear, heart sunk, heartbeat increased, eyes blurred; tears started to flow. I felt like my breath fell short with time. Head flew above the marks, my soul was just pointed with a giant fork; itching me. I gathered up my courage, helped myself to stand up on my own. As I stood up, I took few steps ahead and approached him. Sunk heart, thousands of questions in my mind, trembling hand, I forwarded it with all my strength; touched his mysterious face. All I could feel, see, say was, “Oh! It’s a Laughing Clown!”

Mixbah Zaffar, from Jammu and Kashmir, India, is a class XI student who loves to write.

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