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This is the text of a random participant in the Ghada Award for Young Writers..
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Writer:
Nafeesa Ibrahim Ahmed Abusamra

DREAMS
Many people talk about how dreams change their lives. It is a pleasure to think about dreams and sharing them is even a bigger pleasure. So how about sharing with you one that changed a life that was mine? My life changed to the better after I had that dream. But it wasn’t a normal dream; it was a nightmare.
Although it is not real, a dream teaches you but not like school, like you don’t have to bring a pencil and a paper to write. It makes you think about them and their meaning makes your brain bigger and wider and has a sense of discovery.
When I had this dream, I knew what I want to be in the future. Thinking in my mind about it, made me think also how interesting it is to be a psychologist, an interesting job! A chance one gets to express one feelings and thoughts on the other people’s problems and a challenge of finding solutions to them.
Let’s get back to the main subject, my nightmare…it goes like this: I open my eyes to the annoying noise of my brothers and sisters, to find myself inside my room which looked totally new and my dad was busily getting something fixed in the room. Mom was nagging there are more important things to spend the money on while on the other side there was a fight going on between my siblings (boys vs. girls). A normal scene especially when you live in a household of three girls and three boys. The fight was over and each one went and sat in their places. Silence reigned over the room. I was surprised. They told me they want to watch T.V... (We live in a small house and we have one T.V. outside the room).
Until now, normal dream, but nothing stays normal in a nightmare. As we were watching TV there was some feeling that came over me. The feeling of insecurity and in reaction to that I stared at the floor; I don’t know why I did this particularly. It is weird to look at the floor when you feel insecure, isn’t it? Then I heard the voice of a female; I say a female as it wasn’t clear whether she is a little girl, a teenager or a grown up woman>. It was evil but at the same time kind! The place started to get colder and colder and I wished this would stop but there had to be more. I stood up cold and shivering body trying to get out of the room and find my mum to hide behind her. As I tried to find my way out, I saw this figure of a woman coming out of the TV. She was a strange looking woman. I didn’t know if she was an angel or a devil or just simply a strange looking woman. She was a fine looking lady. She was wearing this fancy dress that was completely torn into stripes that were flying around her. She was laughing the laugh of an angry woman who seeks revenge from someone or something. I felt charmed by her. Walking towards my biggest fears was the stupidest thing I could do but at that moment I was doing it for no good reason.
However, reality slapped my face in the middle of the way when I looked at my brothers and sisters and found them frozen like sculptures without making even a tiny move. I tried to wake them up but as I touched their skin it felt like touching a cold solid rock that just came out of a freezer. At my touch, they suddenly changed into dust and flew away with the cold wind! I looked around me to figure out where the walls and everything were. Imagine yourself standing in complete darkness with no one beside you. Even my shadow that is always following me at times when I want to be alone was gone.
“Hold your tears,” my mind was telling me. The laugh from that woman was torturing me; hearing it over and over again while I stood alone in the darkness. The only feeling at that moment that anyone can have is scariness. I felt like a child lost in a huge mall (which happened to me once when I was six years old). So I did what the child would do; I let go of my trapped tears and shouted for my mom. No one answered me because no one heard me

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