(via Afghan Women’s Writing Project | Second Chance)
My time is up. I hear them calling me. What am I to do? They are calling my name. My heart is beating fast. What am I to do? I’m scared. My knees and hands are shaking, my mouth is dry. I feel sick.
I’m getting paler and colder with every second that passes. What am I to do, they are still calling my name. I have no choice but to go. I want to walk slowly, but my feet act independently. I pass many people who look worse than I. My eyes are full of tears. No one cares. I am on my own now.
I realize everyone is on their own.
I need more time… I’m not ready for this…!
I want to yell More time! But no voice comes from my mouth.
My feet stop. I look up and I’m standing in front of them. Three angels; so beautiful and bright. I can’t see them clearly. They gently call my name.
Do you want time? Do you want another chance?
My voice is shaky … Yes.
Then close your eyes. When you open them, you should know this is your second chance. Use it wisely and make the right choices. Know that God is great, but if you fall there is no getting up!
I open my eyes. I’m in my room. I rush to the window. Is it morning? The sun is not out. I can see stars and hear the morning prayers from the mosque outside my home: “Your prayer is better then your sleep!”
I realize that it was a dream. No, not a dream, a warning. A second chance cannot be given a second time.