Broken Mirror

Broken Mirror

A Story by pia
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giving a voice to the oppressed

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   Shards of glass, from a broken mirror, laid scattered around her. The cuts in her knuckles left her with pinches of discomfort, but mostly, regret. She sat on the cold, damp floor with her head between her knees, over shadowed by the darkness of inner demons. All their words kept replaying in her mind; each feeling like a stab to the heart and nourishment to the growing self-hate. She remembered the day; the boys mocked her feminine clothes and the tiny ragged doll she clenched tightly in her little fists. When she finally made it to college in her late teens, she was derided for wearing a crimson shaded lipstick on the very first day; and so, like a delicate rose crushed by the weight of a strangers step, she sat in an isolated corner with no friends and an abandoned dignity. She remembered it all. The memories replayed themselves over and over.  


   Life in the real world became worse. Her educational achievements were never appreciated. The most she could land with was a job as a tailor's assistant, at a shop resting in the untouched part of Karachi. Customers sneered and ridiculed the owner for hiring such a blasphemy, business was lost to a pool of ignorance; so she ended up on the streets of the city that gave her nothing but misery. Her education was never approved, nor was she. She didn't know who she was anymore. In her youth, she saw herself earning a decent living with the degree she held; a degree that sat on a shelf, filled with the dust of forgotten dreams. It was of no use to ‘someone like her'. To society, this person was a joke. She found others like her, living in the darkness of this, ‘City of Lights'. The job she found was associated with illegal means and the taste of a night life. Work was needed to meet ends, and if the world saw her as nothing but a social pariah, she decided to live with that label; a label that gave her nothing but abuse, pain, and degradation. 


   The cuts and bruises on her body came together like a distorted map with each road leading to a memory of the worse kind of customer she experienced. The constant shame rang like bells in her head. With the incessant ringing in her head, she got up from the floor and collected the larger pieces of the glass. She approached the broken mirror and tried fitting in whatever piece she could find with some glue.  It took her a while to repair the broken mirror, but it still had pieces missing and irreparable cracks. All she saw was her twisted reflection.


    Suddenly her eyes caught a glimpse of a photograph dangling helplessly in between the mirror's glass and its hazel colored border. She held the wrinkled photograph, delicately between her fingers. It was a dated photograph of a little boy shielding himself from the summer sun with the help of books. A school bag seemed to weigh his tiny body down, but he still managed to crack a toothy crooked smile in this photograph. The girl recognized this little boy smiles and the brightness in his eyes. She looked into the broken mirror and noticed the brightness had faded away. The sun's rays peeked through the holes of curtain's cloth as dawn approached. The light rays gently touched her back and continued to illuminate her body as she removed her wig and rubbed the mascara smudges from her cheeks. As she continued to stare into the broken mirror, she finally managed to crack the same toothy crooked smile.   



© 2017 pia



Author's Note

pia
the treatment of transgenders in Pakistan is horrifying. Many are pushed towards begging on the street or prostitution. Various NGO's and welfare groups however, work towards giving them a better and respectable life.
( for some weird reason the font keeps changing itself every time I try to edit it
please try ignoring it)
hope you enjoy :)

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Wow, Pia! A very deep story!

I suspect this is a fictional piece with a realistic slant?
Whatever your angle this is an extremely well written and emotional piece of writing.

You have deftly described the emotional turmoil that your character has gone through in life; the rejection, isolation, degradation and loss of self worth inflicted on her by the remnants of a strict society. One cannot help but feel sorrow for this character you have created and that in the end you can give her reason to smile, despite all her woes, is the mark of a quality writer.

I enjoyed this story very much. For the fiction it is and the realism that it is grounded in. You are quite the social justice warrior, Pia. Words are your pathway to change. Very well done.

Posted 2 Months Ago


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pia

2 Months Ago

thank you so much for such a nice analysis !!



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pia pia pia.... you've wowed me!

im so glad i found you, i write short stories too and i really enjoyed reading this. you gave me so much inspiration

I'm new on here, so it would be an honour if you could review some of my poems!

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


A brilliant write. It might be a piece of fiction but can be the real life story of any transgender forced to beg on the city streets and having to put up with taunts and slurs.

Posted 1 Month Ago


pia

1 Month Ago

Thank you so much
This is brilliantly written in so many ways. First, it's a gentle & understanding viewpoint coming thru and secondly, it's fierce & intense imagery used as symbols. The broken mirror being put back together is well-detailed & a perfect symbol to show how it can feel to spend so much of one's life feeling broken & then finally finding a way to put the pieces back together. Transgenders in the USA are still much maligned, but not as bad as what you describe. I love the song "Lucky" by Pharrell Williams: "We've come too far to give up who we are!" (one of my theme songs!) This is written like poetry, as much as prose. (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Month Ago


pia

1 Month Ago

THANK YOU SO MUCH !!
This is such a remarkable story Pia, it is sad that some people do feel shattered and broken like a rusty mirror... and no one is there for them to pick up the pieces.

This was such a great read, thank you Pia, thank you for writing and sharing it.

Posted 1 Month Ago


pia

1 Month Ago

Thank you so much !!
Joey Nizz

1 Month Ago

Your welcome.
nicely told pia ...transgender people are coming to the forefront these days, in the US ...i can't help but think how tough life is anyway for most people ...finding our paths ..earning enough to pay our way ..maybe save a little .. so many people who are out of the norm in one way or another ..mental illnesses, disfigurement, etc. ... struggle all the more ... your story has brought out the anguish and self loathing transgender people so many times go through ... i like your work with the mirror ..and that your protagonist tries to put it back together .. i think that is very significant in your story
E.

Posted 2 Months Ago


pia

2 Months Ago

Thank you so much !!!
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Pain pierced my heart when I think about the life of transgender. I get goosebumps by imagining the life of them.

You perfectly put it in your writing.

Posted 2 Months Ago


pia

2 Months Ago

Im so glad you enjoyed it
I am so glad she still found something to smile about! Brought tears, this write, so touching and beautiful. Our country is no different in their treatment of these misjudged children of God. Awesome write Pia!

Posted 2 Months Ago


pia

2 Months Ago

Thank you so much !!
DIVYA

2 Months Ago

You are welcome :)
Wow! "a delicate rose crushed by the weight of a strangers step" this one line was so powerful, it drowned me into the story, I anchored in, completely submerged by your words. "living in the darkness of this, ‘City of Lights'" it crushes me to have someone who is meant to be so expressive and proud to be different, lost to the shadows in a city filled with bravado. I love how you immersed us in her shoes and how I desperately yearn to see that toothy crooked smile even though for me the subject matter might be fiction I know the reality behind it. Being from India the situation here is the same when it comes to the treatment of Transgender human beings. All I know is our helpless hearts beats to the silent music of change for their plight. Great write, I never read stories on this site because mostly they're long and frankly not captivating enough but you're my new favourite read.

Posted 2 Months Ago


pia

2 Months Ago

I am so glad you enjoyed my work
!! Really made my day
Wow, I didn't really realise what it was about until a good way through it, it's a good reveal and a very insightful and emotional piece for people like me who don't know about how transgendered people are treated. It's also very well written :)

Posted 2 Months Ago


pia

2 Months Ago

Thank you so much !!
Amazing. It would be an understatement to say this was good. Cuz what you've written, is really, really worth reading.
You are right. here, in Pakistan, Transgenders are considered filthy beings and treated no less than a trash. I really condemn such a behavior. Let's pray the so-called humans achieve humanity.
Bless you.For giving a real gem essay :P

Posted 2 Months Ago


pia

2 Months Ago

Thank you so much !!
NerdyBeauty

2 Months Ago

You're Welcome :)

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