That Morning!

I was 14 years old and moving towards my Madrassa (Islamic School) on my cycle. The distance from my home to the school was around 3 KM. At around 05:00 AM, I was covered half the distance. The roads were empty even in the middle of the main market of that small town. It felt like I was all alone as 99% of the people were sleeping.

There was an absolute silence except the creaky sound of my old cycle. I was full of sweat and trying my best to reach the school on time. On the main market road, I saw the moon fully red after a Lunar Eclipse that day. It was probably the first lunar eclipse I observed in my life.

That day was important as I was thinking a lot about something big, something that can change my lifestyle. I got up a bit late that morning and had great fear in my mind, the fear of being punished by the teacher. It took around 20 minutes to reach the school where the teacher was planning to torture me for being late. I knew it was going to happen and I was aware of what was coming.

I had thought of taking a decision of quitting that school in case the teacher tortured me. My thoughts were the consequence of a long period of torchers in the past 2 years. The teacher was already waiting for me as I was the only one that day who was late. There were many ways of brutal torchers those days that the teacher applied to kids of age 10 to 15. Normally, they used a piece of water pipe to treat the students who made mistakes or made the teacher angry. Then there was a piece of electric wire, a nightmare for the kids and children.

On reaching the school, I could see the eyes of the teacher as red as the moon that day. He immediately called me and asked the reason for being late. I always used to speak the truth even if someone is going to kill me. I told I couldn’t get up on time and the reaction of the teacher was quite usual. I had thought in my my that if he beats me today, it will be my last day at that school.

The teacher asked a senior to bring the electric wire to reset my settings to default :). Then it started. For around 15 minutes, I was beaten terribly on all parts of body including my head, neck, back, legs and feet with that flexible long wire. All my thoughts disappeared and I started crying and begging him to stop. Once he was satisfied, he kicked me and asked me to go to my seat and prepare for the lesson as soon as possible.

I was back on my seat, having tears in my eyes, feeling severe pain in my body. I again started to think about quitting that school. I came back to home at night but with a difference in my thoughts. I always hid whatever happened to me in that school and I decided to hide it again from my family.

THIS story didn’t end, I’ll write another part soon. This was my first writing and I decided to write as a ghost (for a good reason). I’m a professional engineer and trying to learn how to write effective articles. It will not only help me, but the readers as well to understand the life perspectives from the people of different regions in the 21st century.