The Waiting Room

A sigh of tiredness is heard within those busy corridors .Waves of women coming in to take a chair in the waiting room ..
Each is hiding her feelings of boredom behind her cold looks .. It is seven in the morning and some eyes had fallen asleep and some were just fixed on the passers-by , watching & listening trying to hear each passing dialogue

She came preceded by her hand which was seeking to find her a space to walk in. With eyes half closed with pain and signs of a near lose of eye sight , She was trying to embrace a chair that can hold her tired body to find all chairs overflowing with patients who were given her childish face and disfigured body continues looks of pity mixed with surprise.

She remained standing, when her mother sat on a chair to leave her shaking in front of those nosy eyes that kept looking at her .
I invited her to sit with me on the same chair, she looked at me and then to her mother and silently waited to see what her mother would tell her to do. The mother talked to me with a tone that carried a lot of kindness and said,” NO thank you” with her eyes refusing pity from a stranger. I could see how she was trying to hide from the eyes that found in her huge body & childish eyes an element to pass the time while waiting for their names to be called out.
I ignored her mother’s eyes and grabbed her . I placed her beside me while smiling to her mother Ignoring her refusal.
I touched her hair and smiled as I asked a simple question about her name .She turned to her mother who replied. Stupidly I thought shyness kept her quiet and prevented her from talking and I kept asking silly questions but her mother stopped me with words that summarized her child’s silence and slow reactions .. The child suffers from brain damage and weakness of eye sight and hearing to make her formless words only predictable by her mother .. An illness that kept her away from playing and living her age.

She leaned her body towards me I defied the temptation to embrace her. No relation between us except we share in the sudden feeling that reminded me of our humanity to allow me to hold her between my arms. Nothing gives me the right to hold her even if we sit so close to each other . Still I can’t !!

I returned to my world wth the memory of that place .... The Waiting room

We were sick bodies that gathered in the same place with no feelings except for our own pain !