There once was a girl who was found in a small bundle somewhere by the sea. And no, her name was not Sita, She could have had many names but we can call her Nawfar in this story.
She was a daughter of a fisherman and it was only few months after her birth that the tiny vessel of her father reached the island where she and her mother lived. When father saw Nawfar for the first time he could not believe how such an ugly child could have been his....
Only few days ago on a moonlit night did he proclaim to his tribe that Nawfar was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
Nawfar was always close to the water and all the fishermen treated her as if she was their own daughter. And sometimes it even seemed true to me - as if she was the child of feeling and emotions that all the fishermen carried into the ocean.
The life was simple and she floated through various days, months, hours.... Until one day she noticed that people no longer acknowledge her presence....
She was surprised and could not understand why...
She wasn't beautiful, this she knew from the beginning, but still she had a gift of listening and talking to those who sat close to her. People still sat around her, but they no longer looked into her eyes. They looked somewhere beyond her and she could not understand the change that happened so suddenly. Until one day she looked back to see her own shadow sitting on a bench and laughing while pearls would drop gently from her mouth into the people's extended palms.
Oh, no..... How come nobody want me for who I am? Why is only the beauty and magnificence of the shadow that they appreciate? People still kept coming to Nawfar whenever they needed help, whenever some work had to be done, a task to be completed. But the gaze of people and their smiles were no longer directed at Nawfar. It was only the shadow that they smiled at.
She din't know what to do to show them that she is still herself and it's just a shadow that they all admire so much. So one day she took huge scissors and cut the shadow away from her long blue skirt.
She threw the shadow at the people, while she herself jumped into the river... And she floated with the stream....... Remember she was a fisherman's child so she knew how to swim through highest waters. Until one day a child played by the side of the river in a desert and caught the bundle in his hand..... but that's another story, you know....
Dari Joocchu Chunnaree...
She was a daughter of a fisherman and it was only few months after her birth that the tiny vessel of her father reached the island where she and her mother lived. When father saw Nawfar for the first time he could not believe how such an ugly child could have been his....
Only few days ago on a moonlit night did he proclaim to his tribe that Nawfar was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
Nawfar was always close to the water and all the fishermen treated her as if she was their own daughter. And sometimes it even seemed true to me - as if she was the child of feeling and emotions that all the fishermen carried into the ocean.
The life was simple and she floated through various days, months, hours.... Until one day she noticed that people no longer acknowledge her presence....
She was surprised and could not understand why...
She wasn't beautiful, this she knew from the beginning, but still she had a gift of listening and talking to those who sat close to her. People still sat around her, but they no longer looked into her eyes. They looked somewhere beyond her and she could not understand the change that happened so suddenly. Until one day she looked back to see her own shadow sitting on a bench and laughing while pearls would drop gently from her mouth into the people's extended palms.
Oh, no..... How come nobody want me for who I am? Why is only the beauty and magnificence of the shadow that they appreciate? People still kept coming to Nawfar whenever they needed help, whenever some work had to be done, a task to be completed. But the gaze of people and their smiles were no longer directed at Nawfar. It was only the shadow that they smiled at.
She din't know what to do to show them that she is still herself and it's just a shadow that they all admire so much. So one day she took huge scissors and cut the shadow away from her long blue skirt.
She threw the shadow at the people, while she herself jumped into the river... And she floated with the stream....... Remember she was a fisherman's child so she knew how to swim through highest waters. Until one day a child played by the side of the river in a desert and caught the bundle in his hand..... but that's another story, you know....
Dari Joocchu Chunnaree...
