Rags

• Amira Mahmoud, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2017

i see a sun. it rise slowly. i cant breathe. i see light. cover up sky. i am bad. i am lost. forever gone.

A young girl, rags covering her bony body, is curled up on a vandalised wall. She whispers hushed words to herself. I stare in awe and fear. I look away quickly.

i dont know. who this. my stomach pains. i feel sick. i feel sad.

What is this girl doing, in the city? She turns her neck, to look at me with her emerald eyes. She steadily starts to get up. I turn away. People walk past, not even noticing the poor girl at the other side of the road. I cough, fix my blazing red tie, and walk briskly past, just like everyone else. Except, I feel nasty.

why. i still hope?

Please, if you can, help a person in need. Be kind.