A mirror, a simple object meant to describe the outer you. She knew that mostly when people stand before it they smile,flick their hair or fix their clothes. But she didn’t understand that why it was only when she looked in a mirror all she could see was a despicable person. She couldn’t understand that why looking in the mirror only bright her despair. She couldn’t understand why she looked so deep when most people looked the outer view.
Maybe it was because the world hated her
Maybe it was because her sister always pushed her when she wanted to look the outer view. Maybe it was because her mother tainted her when ever she stood before the mirror. Maybe it was because the world told her always that she was too emaciated to conquer the world. Maybe it was because it was the mirror in front of which he forced himself on her. Maybe it was because the mirror reminded her how gullible she was. Maybe the world was right all along.
-Sara Azmi Nomani