This short fictional story by Haris Dainpos is about a girl who is suffering from schizophrenia and locked in-between her two worlds, one world which is the reality and other world based on her hallucinations.
There are birds quite milky in colour, with long beaks shaped like a plier, hovering to try their luck. It is quite ferocious to see them hunting, every time they catch a fish, I feel it on my nerves. So mostly, in the presence of nature, I intend my mind to cover the anxiety with closed eyes and to the intoning songs that sound quite similar to a flute voyaging out of the dark bushes of the forest.
It is a bright summer day and I am waiting for my friends on a lake side, located on the outskirts, at the border of an uphill forest. A routine since our childhood, on every Saturday we meet here to play around nature. Nazima is an Arabic name meaning ‘poetess’ but I don’t quite like it , I possibly like something that will relate me to a female sovereign, kind of Izabella or Elizabeth. I don’t like being silent either, it scares me, to a dark predominant silence, forever. To avoid the darkness in my life I talk a lot , with everyone around me, I talk to the birds, the small bugs climbing the walls of my room, butterflies roving across the colorful gardens, waving plants that chant with the whistle of hovering breeze.