A New Experience

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it's all about a part of my life time, when i was a little child. A time when i began to look from all the surrounding angles and learn from the folks around me. it's a new way of perception.

Submitted: July 27, 2008

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A New Experience
Unlike my other family members, I can’t remember precisely what happened when I was a little kid or even what happened just one year ago. My memory stores only events of big importance such as the day when I failed my first regional exam or my father’s funeral. Trivial events have no space in my head. I always ask my brother or my cousins who would usher me back into different places and events in the past.
My fellows and I were coming out of school one afternoon when something bad happened. After a long time walking from school to the neighborhood where I live, my friends and I got scattered now as it was time for each one of us to get home. On my way, now about 150 meters ahead to get home, I saw a crowd of young fellows yelling, laughing and shouting my name “Brahim, Brahim, Brahim ….” I was very surprised. A feeling of pride and suspicion of something might happen. The situation was very awkward. I couldn’t realize the reason behind all this. I was like a king walking proudly from one end of the alley to the other. More than this, I didn’t ask my self the very simple question “what is going on?”
I liked that moment and I partly wished that it would last for eternity, being a powerful and famous boy. Now and then, I would smile to them, boys, who were still shouting my name continuously “Brahim.”
Powerful now, standing in the middle of the circle that is framed by the boys, a feeling of confusion overwhelmed my thought, asking myself for the first time “what am I supposed to do to please those hungry faces and satisfy their appetite.” I know that they wouldn’t stop shouting until their expectations were met as they planed them to be. For the first time I could notice the existence of a foot ball situated in the middle of the scene; so I began to realize that they wanted me to do something special with the ball. I didn’t touch it but waited until I saw a boy wearing gloves and standing in the end of the alley like a goalkeeper, waiting for something to catch. It was strange, how come all the boys, all of them football maniacs, wait for me to touch or kick an untouchable ball in the centre of the scene.
Now I firmly understand that these boys, who are now getting more outrageous, wanted me to kick the ball and score a goal.
First I threw my school bag on one side of the alley like a hero ready to fight and beat ten people at a time. I stepped back from the ball for about five or six meters and fixed my eyes on the corner that I would aim, bend for a bit in a way to take control of the situation and then I was self launched like a rocket in the air toward the well placed ball. I could feel the heel of my right foot was about to touch the back of my head just to be perfect in my mission. I kicked the ball, but nothing happened. I could hear nothing but mere silence, a poisonous silence. I felt enduring considerable pain for a number of years, physically and morally. I couldn’t forget that moment when I kicked a ball that is full of stone and steel. The ball didn’t move despite the strong kick, but instead it moved my life as a whole. I felt that I was the most stupid and dumb boy in the universe. The fellows, now fiends, burst out laughing and calling me names, while I was trying to hide my tears and never show my weakness. That’s the day when I knew that evil really exist.
 


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