Wednesday, March 30, 2005
My freedom essay!
yup...this essay was quite sometime ago..but still i like it... at 1st i though the word limit was 500 then they told me is 450!!! i had to like minus out hundred plus words...ahhhh so irritating...now its like crap..no lah... juz read!
Freedom
Everyday we would wake up before the sun on the stone cold slab of cement that was not even fit to be called a floor. Ten of us no older than nine years of age had been living here all our lives. We were sold just so that our parents could have a few days worth of food to survive.
The lady who owned the carpet factory had called us her children and she became our mother. Everyday she patiently taught us this new game, 'sewing', which required us to use these enormous machines. We tried our very best to please her and soon we started to have competitions to see who could make the best carpets.
However, the game never did stop for us. We wished it did. My tiny hands that sew all day and night were hidden in a mass of blisters, and my stomach had yearned for food as my body had yearned for rest. The only time we had to ourselves, was when we were all locked up in a tiny dark room to sleep. All we thought about was being free.
Day and night, it was freedom we were thinking of, but we could never do anything. I was only seven. At times it seemed like a hopeless dream. Thoughts of suicide were hopeless. There was nothing we could have used. This was the only life I would be stuck with forever.
Days turned into weeks and weeks into months. But that one particular day had flashed past my eyes so fast that I could hardly have realised it happened.
All I could remember was a sickening burning smell and a cloud of smoke that took our breaths away. It seemed like a monster, I was afraid. Screams echoed in the factory all around me. Bang! The door which had kept us prisoners in the factory had streamed a massive prism of light that blinded me at once. I shut my eyes; I thought it was the monster. I could feel its burning hot breath all around while its crackling laughter was beside my ear. I sat there huddled up crying. Suddenly, someone had hauled me out of the factory in to the piercing sunlight. It was one of the older children in the factory.
It has been a few months since that day. There was no sign of mother or the monster at all and best of all we finally had our freedom. But now I regret wanting it. During the day, we stole to survive, and during the night we slept in alley ways or behind rubbish bins while the rain soaked us through. Each day, one by one the other children who were always by my side had vanished till I was all alone.
I huddled by myself in a dark corner, dirty, starving and shivering. I was hiding from the monster that had eaten up my friends. Its name was Freedom.
491 words
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11:57 PM
