R.I.P an Old Memory
I will not die, as people like me exist because they are worthy, and I deserve to live.
When he said, “Die! Die! Why do people like you exist? You are worthless.” His hands were around my neck, strangling me; his eyes were full of rage and hatred, and his neck veins burst out; I felt they might shatter. I screamed like a monster; to be more accurate, every single cell in my body bawled out of rage. I did not want to escape him to survive; I tried to fight back; I also wanted to kill him as I was done for being treated as unworthy.
“I will not die, as people like me exist because they are worthy, and I deserve to live.”
In the quiet depths of my soul, I buried many people in those days—precisely four. Each etched a painful chapter in my life, a story of betrayal, weakness, and the ultimate triumph of self-discovery.
The first two were supposed to protect me from the world's cruelties and nurture a garden of love within our home. Instead, they weakened, allowing competition and hatred to take root. They failed to raise children who loved one another; they raised rivals. One was too delicate to stand against the tide of hate, and the other embodied that hatred. I buried them both—the weak and the evil. Their failures and hostility weighed heavy on my heart, but their graves became my foundation.
The third person betrayed me differently. He was supposed to be my rock, someone who should have supported me through everything in my present and future. Instead, he tried to end my life, using my trust against me. His betrayal hurt me deeply, and I had to eliminate him to survive. His memory now rests with the others, reminding me how easily trust can be broken and how strong I can be in the face of betrayal.
On that day, I buried the person I used to be. I made a conscious decision to let no longer others control my life. I rose from my previous self as a stronger, more empowered individual. From the ashes of my former self, I rose as a leader- Once was shattered ,but piece by piece, came together again.
R.I.P people of the past who scared my soul once; you no longer exist.
Dana Obeid