Pages From Diary Of A School Girl

Ghosts Of December
Ghosts Of December

December 23rd, 2005

Dear Diary,

Today was a bright day, partly because the sun was bright and partly because I got my results today. My class teacher who is the sweetest person I’ve ever met, gave me the certificate and first prize. She kissed my cheek in front of the whole class and said, “Congrats sweetheart”. I blushed and smiled. My friends were happy for me. Everyone loves me.

My mom gave me my favorite chocolate brownie for lunch today and after eating that, I played hide and seek with my friends. It was the best day ever.

December 23rd, 2007

Dear Diary,

I am taking the final exams of my fifth grade in school so I have to study hard. My mom says I am a grown up girl now so I should behave well in public but I don’t know how to behave well. I still love running away after ringing the door bells of houses and telling stupid jokes to my friends and laughing out loud.

I sometimes feel awkward when my friends keep admiring me because of my beauty and looks. But this is fine I guess. They are my best friends. Life is good.

December 23rd, 2009

Dear Diary,

Tears have blocked my throat as I write this. I am alone in this dark silent room scared of my own shadow. My friends don’t talk to me and people around me hate me. My smiles are abandoned and my life is a living hell.

It all started when last month, on my way back home my car met an accident. My face was injured badly. I heard doctors saying that these big black scars will fade away in some years. When I saw my face in the mirror I hated it and smashed the mirror into pieces. After that I cried hysterically scratching my face with my nails.

My mom has removed all mirrors from my room now. Doctor says that I am in depression and I should not look at my face. I am tired of listening heartbreaking comments from people. They HURT me. I feel like I am dying.

December 23rd, 2011

Dear Diary,

Life has become cruel. Are LOOKS everything ? I keep wondering in my lonely December nights sobbing in my bed but I don’t find answers. I never caused any harm to anyone nor did I think about anyone negatively then why do people hate me ? Just because I am not beautiful anymore? Why don’t they see my heart ? It is the SAME.

My vision just got blurred with tears but there is no one to wipe them. No one to pat me on my back and say, “You are beautiful, I see your beauty”. But I have decided to be strong. What if I look ugly, I am not ugly from inside and I will make people see my heart.

December 23rd, 2013

Dear Diary,

A new flower blossomed in my heart today and I am filled with its fragrance. Today was my best friend’s birthday who was not talking to me since my accident. I made a card for her with my own hands last night and in the morning when she got it laying on her chair and read it, I saw her crying. She came to me and gave me a hug saying “I am sorry !”. I smiled.

I made 10 birthday cards with my hands this year and now all of my friends love me again. One of my class fellows got sick for weeks. I gave her my notebooks so that she can complete her work. Her smile has filled my heart with calmness and peace.

I have never felt that happiness before that I feel now by making people smile. Every time a person smiles because of me, a flower of peace and happiness blossoms in my heart and I pass on its fragrance to others. I have learnt a lesson, living for others is the real way to live life.

After all, Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.

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A post written for Weekly Writing Challenge: Ghosts of December 23rds Past

51 thoughts on “Pages From Diary Of A School Girl

  1. And you’re so right. Inside beauty is more precious than outside.I have read your post. I’m truly impressed by your writing. You are very bright. Do not let little things bother you. It is a sign of growing up . Stay happy and thank God you’re alive and well. The accident could have damaged some important part of your body it didn’t, al hamdulillah you are okay. It is very nice meeting you. Keep in touch.

    • Thank you so very much Ranu for your valuable thoughts ! Your appreciative words means a lot to me. I won’t let things bother my writing ever 🙂 Thank you for your prayers. Just to correct you, this incident is not about me. It is about some one other I know. It was basically a fiction. JazakAllah for your Duaa’s 🙂 Much love . Stay blessed ! xx

    • Thank you so very much Habiba for your nice thoughts. I don’t know how I missed many comments on my previous posts I guess there is some problem with my word press. Apologies for late reply. Thanks so much for liking my name too 😉 ,Much Love xx

  2. How on earth did i miss reading this!
    Lala, the way you have depicted the story of this girl in the form of Diary entries is just so novel and innovative a writing style. Never seen that before.
    and the rest of the details almost were hair arousing…Loved it and you too!

  3. Well dear..that IS certainly meeting your goal of presenting your creation activity in out OF the box ways..!

    My biggest lesson of life..when succumbing to total human exhaustion about 6 years ago..NOW..was my visits with my 94 year old aunt..who at that time could run circles around the diminished man i had become at 48…

    But the LIGHT OF LOVE THAT WAS HER..WAS GREATER THAN ANY INFIRMITY..that slowed her progress in each small step with a walker just to go to one side of the room to the other…

    I was tired from a sentence of verbally replying to her..but still with her great positive spirit..regardless if she could hardly walk..her spirit carried her voice to great heights of positive light and love…

    So too..while the face may grow older..and the reproductive tingles…may cease to exist..the SONG OF LOVE that IS SPIRIT OF HUMAN..NEVER..EVER..NEVER..GROWS OLD..

    IT ONLY DIES..and YeS to be reborn again if HOPE..EVEN IN empty vehicles and vessels of words never ceases…IN ONE LIFETIME AS YOU KNOWnow MY FRIEND..FROM hearing other people’s experiences as well as listening to your own….

    BUT aLL I CAN SAY is WoW..your words and creation activity…are telling me you are singing a SONG OF LIFE ONCE MORE…..LOVEXX

    AND YES! YOU WILL IT TO CONTINUE…

    • Thank you so much, once again ! Words are not enough to thank you for all your support and presence and love and care you show everyday ! Thank you.
      You are so right, heart needs to be young and you are young even if you are of 94 years or 100 years. very lovely message. Thank you so much for all this appreciation. Love xx

  4. ha! you should know that even we, who have notidea what you look like, and even know that you struggle with depression – we see so much beauty in you that it would be completely impossible to believe you to ever be anything other than an extraordinarily beautiful person. peace sister. bob

    • Well that is such an awesome thing to hear brother. Though the story is not about me, it is fiction but still Thank you so much for believing in me and for your lovely thoughts about me 🙂 Much love xx

  5. Oh my God. Beautifully written, Lala. Full of all those emotions, that scratching face with nails part, those tears blocked throat, eyes blurred and those smiles later when she gives her a birthday card. That apology, that lesson, love it all.

    AND I must say ke this idea for the writing prompt is just so fab! Creative thing to do with that diary thing! 10/10 😉

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