The Child Hidden Deep Within
Darkness is the nightmare of all children. It was one of mine as well. Once, maybe when I was 6 or 7 years old, I got locked into a room. I will never forget that day in my life. It all started like this.
My family and I used to go to a center for prayers every Thursday. One Thursday turned out to be the worst. Before the prayers started, my sister, my friends and I were in a room playing hopscotch. Unfortunately, we could not find a rock or a stone to play with, so I had to give up one of my hairclips. This was the biggest mistake.
The prayers were about to start. So, all of us were leaving the room one by one. Just then I realized that I had left my hair clip in the room. So I went back into the room to get the clip. When I peeped into the room it was very dark. As any kid, even I was afraid of entering the room. Yet, I still wanted my precious clip back. So I ran into the room with full mast and got my clip from the table. When I was about to turn the knob of the door to get out as quickly as possible, I realized someone locked the door. I was traumatized.
I could hear the holy hymns being chanted. Just then I broke down as I knew, after the prayers started, no one would even step out of the prayer hall to come towards this room. Just then, the thought hit my mind that I had to stay through the 1 hour prayer in this dark room. That thought was followed by many other thoughts such as the fear of darkness, ghosts, and what not. I even thought at a point of time that I was going to get eaten up by a monster. I was dumbfounded. I did not know what to do but wait for the prayers to end.
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That gruesome one hour went by so slowly, I can’t even explain. I sat in a corner, shivering out of fear. For every little possible sound I started to cry even more. Balls of tears poured down my pale cheeks in such great speed. The worst part was that I could not find the switches to turn on the lights. I had to sit through all of this is the darkness. I vaguely remember, but I think that I even started to chew my clip to the extent, that the black plastic coating on it started to come out.
Just then I heard silence. I stopped crying. At last the prayers were over. I slowly got to my feet and walked towards the door. I rested my ear against the door to hear people chatting away. I was relieved. I let out a huge sigh to let go of the tension deep within. I started to bang the door to get peoples’ attention. Just then I heard the knob get unlocked. The door opened really slowly.
I was very relieved and happy to see my mom’s face. I hugged her as if I haven’t seen for a year. That was the worst day of my childhood.
When I look back at this incident now, I can relate to it easily not because it happened to me but because of the reality behind it. Actually it is not only me who can relate to it but most of us should be able to relate it even when we are grown up. ‘Fear’ is the biggest fear of everyone’s life. One can be afraid of darkness, or the future or even sometimes death. But everyone is afraid of something or the other.
However brave we might appear in the world, there is always this innocent small child that is hidden deep within, sitting in a corner and shivering out of fear. The child, that doesn’t know what to do but to wait for it to all pass by as a nightmare. Accept or not, there is always this child hidden deep within.