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She, through the nebulosity in finding the true meaning of love, she appeared unintentionally as if to shade some light on the definition of true love. She is one of the most crucial persons in my life, even now she is a bit ‘far’ from my presence. I still remember a phrase from a book that I have read, “a real girl isn’t perfect, a perfect girl isn’t real. Absurd, for me there are no other words to describe her but ideal and perfect. In the eyes of others, she might be just a girl from the next door, living an ordinary life yet for me, she is too different, special I meant. Her non-obstrusive kindness portrayed her abstemious manner. The way she offered her helping hand depicted her quixotic attitude. The way she dressed showed her suavity. Her aglow face told us how determined she is to compete in this rat race world. She always being lenient either to her best friends or even to her arch-enemy. She is not a rancorous girl I supposed.She surely change the meaning of ‘beauty is only a skin deep’
By the past experienced, I totally concede with that. “Umair!,answer the question”,a high pitch and tirades voice shook the dreariness of the day, it was my teacher. Prudently, I stood up, I am not a greymatter to answer such abstruse question. “The answer is..the answer is..”, I pleaded for help. “It’s B”, an euphony voice heard. “It’s B”, I answered racily. It was her, her altruistic and non-niggard manner helped me again. It was the first day I realized her existence and more important, the day was the beginning of our friendship. Come shines or rains, she always right beside me to keep my chin up while others were making fun of my courage,inveighing my determination,insulting my effort and even mocking me.
I still remember, One day, it was a rip-roaring day. Wrathfully, I entered the class, thanks to my little annoying brother who cause my lateness to arrive at my spacious school.Impudently I shouted, “What do you looking for?”. It was my burly friend who was messing with my table. “Be patient”,the voice scarcely audible as if the person was about to cry. When I turned to the person, it was her, without a slightest doubt, I felt very disgraceful. Yet, She only uttered her perpetual smirk, her smile tied me in stillness. Agilely, I ask for her forgiveness.
As the time passed, I can feel our relationship is getting stronger and stronger. There is some kind like an adage by Aristotle, “Friendship is one single soul dueling in two bodies”, I can feel that and even more than friendship.Perhaps, love?. I always keep my heart secured and maneuvered from puppy love but my feeling towards her bound me in bizarre. Love can be heinous and maybe can be happiness?but if I had a crush on her, it will make a simple “beauty and the beast”.Nevertheless, I can still have one tiny hope on a proverb to be true, “Love begets love”.
Love is sacrification, that is what I have learnt from the ‘true love’ of Romeo and Juliet, they died together,was that the true love resembles to what I seeking for?. Or was it a love like Clark Kent whom need to keep a distant from Lana Lang as a symbol of his love?.
Then, a day that change the sides of the world came,till today I still cannot believe it. When I was walking with her to
the library, we had been circling by a gang of robbers perhaps. There were 3 corpulent guys which are almost twice larger than me. They were blocking our ways and I did not think they look for an amicable way as their intention
was us not our money. 3 on 1 seemed a handicap match, they will give me no quarter, I cannot rely on her even I am not an adept in martial arts. “Leave us alone!” I spoke in tense of tranquility.Help is nowhere to be seen as the path is not even daily-used. The quarrel accumulated in a fist-fight as the burglars started to punch me. “Run!Run!”I said to her. It was too late, they caught me and ‘she’.With all might I have,I gave an enormous punch on 2 of them on their stomach, it was not powerful but I manage to run, grabbing her hand as she has been shoved to the soil and we run as fast as lightning. “Tooh!!” it was a shot from one of them, my heart leaping with agony, racing with curiousity.It hit on her chest as she tried to protect me from it, at this juncture,I
could not anything. Abruptly, they came to us but fortunately 3 shots in a row heard.All three burglars fall. Her blood oozing rapidly but she still smile, “I will never ever regret this day”. I can only cry powerlessly.
It has been
a year since that remorseful day, it was a bolt from the blue, if only I can defeat the burglars she would not have to suffer which means I can still be with her for my upcoming halcyon days.Now she is lying peacefully on the cozy bed in the hospital,she is in coma. Every day, I will pay her a visit with my soaring red eyes and tears. If god wills, I hope she will greet me with her prissiness in amidst of my loneliness life. Yes, love is sacrification.
(MRSM TRIAL 2009 TITLED SHE)
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the underlined is some of my mistakes which Ive corrected
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