Black Pearl

The evening mist is deepening, the sun is moving towards its destination after its day-long journey and the moon is about to begin its journey.

Through the iron gate, the courtyard of the mud house is clearly visible, the small walls of which are trying unsuccessfully to hide it from the eyes of those around it. On one side is a thick banyan tree on which an attempt has been made to make a hammock by tying two nylon ropes. Birds have built their nests on the upper branches, some birds are sitting in nests and others are sitting on branches as silent spectators, trying to reach some conclusion about the activities taking place in the courtyard.

There is a bed under the tree on which a girl with a sharp-marked wheatish complexion sits with her head bowed, leaning against the tree trunk. Black hair covers her face on both sides, a black loose dress is on her body, there is astonishment and helplessness in her eyes. After the whole day's work, she is now exhausted and waiting for the verdict of her eyes.

In her right hand is a needle threaded with black thread.

On the left side, a monster is visible in front of the feet, from which a dim white light is emerging.

When you look a little closer, the monster becomes slightly clearer.

There are blood stains on the monster here and there, and at every little distance, there is a long and deep incision, which makes the incomplete internal scene, which looks soaked in blood, completely telling the tragedy. Here and there, black thread is sewn on these incisions of the monster, which are trying unsuccessfully to hide the internal scene. Blood has coagulated from the mouths of the wounds.

The white light now looks gray with the black thread and the dark environment.

The girl has a frame in her left hand and her eyes are focused on it. It seems that she has become tired and broken while trying to confine this monster in the frame.

The wooden frame is also stained with spots of desires, wishes and needs dripping from the monster of the soul.

Desires are soaked in blood but are unable to be confined within the confines of the frame. Now, with the force of their resistance, the folds are about to break. Through the cracks of every two folds, their unclear features are clearly explaining the purpose of the expressions on the girl's face.

Her face is covered with gray clouds of failure and defeat, strong winds of sadness are blowing in her eyes, and the stream of teardrops, after traveling from her eyes to her chin, are being absorbed into the abyss of her soul.

The birds sitting on the tree are watching the girl whose lips are sewn with thick stitches of expediency and whose hand's needle head is bent with a sense of defeat.

The birds are watching the tears falling from her eyes, which have taken the form of completely black pearls as soon as they are absorbed in the soul. The sparkle that had come to the eyes of the birds on seeing the pearls has faded on seeing their color.

Oh! Blackness upon blackness.

... But a wave of life has flowed through the tear-filled eyes.

Black pearl??? Yes...! Black pearl... And this pearl is much better than the pearl of ink, what if it is black? That a pearl is that whose blackness also shines.

And yes....O bird! Stop and listen! Nature gives shine to everyone. She does not see color. She only tests the capacity and entrusts the treasures of beautiful pearls that are buried under the soil of test and trial.

The container of this black-clad woman was only up to the level of a raw earthen courtyard, but when she dug the soil with the shovels of courage and patience, true pearls emerged from this raw enclosure, and their shine sent a message to the darkness of the night that pearls shine only in the darkness.

Their shine dazzles the eyes, brings joy to the gaze, gives the message of a new dawn full of light, and becomes a metaphor for hope.......