Anthurim's Birdwings

By Mouna Menai

  It proves a bitter disillusion and we feel piqued when we lose that special one with whom we could share each and everything, we could be our true selves, When we miss out that beloved one in our lives, we do not only lose that person, we lose everything attached with him, including ourselves.

  We no longer feel like opening up about ourselves, we do but still we are scared of the unredeemed dreariness fear, the fear of being left alone again, the fear of losing a part of us, the fear of trusting someone to be ours and ours only, forever and ever only.

  We  try to supersede  that one by others around us, but then they would seem all superficial as no one will be understanding what is going within us as we would be showing what we want to rather than they being able to understand the fire that is engulfing us.

  In a dusky path of a life dream, we are in constant search for that person, and as we miss him, we keep comparing him with the ones we have present in our lives, we capitulate by inadvertence, however no matter the better, the best may be standing in front of us…It may take you forever to realize this.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mouna Menai
• Release date: Apr 21, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224039609

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Table of Contents

ANTHURIUM’S BIRDWINGS

ANTHURIUM’S BIRDWINGS

MOUNA MENAI

CHAPTER ONE: | THE DEPART

Chapter two: | THE SECRET

Chapter three: | Drowning into the blackest melancholies:

Chapter four: | the out pouring silence

ANTHURIUM’S BIRDWINGS

BY

MOUNA MENAI

©Editions Adlis Belezma

ISBN : 978-9931-757-76-4

July - 2020

ANTHURIUM’S BIRDWINGS

BY

MOUNA MENAI

Adlis Edition

CHAPTER ONE:

THE DEPART

Iwas fairly certain it was farewell, deep down I knew he wasn’t going to come back again. That distant overlook he gave me when he turned around it was questionless he is not returning anymore, I kind of held up for moments then a teardrop rolled by my cheek. my lips trembled as I cried I was bleeding the salt of my soul and as if it pours from my eyes, I wounded up running away trying to take the furnace of my pain all away, everyone else got into the house without even marking my absence I took off to my grandmother not even knowing that I had my work cut out for me, it was indeed a long unknown path awaiting.

The door knocked; «mom hurry» I said, and kept on knocking endlessly then as my grandma surprisingly opened she was affected by how her little child looked like then deep emotions stirred with no other outlet but through my lasting sobs, she couldn’t help it seeing me in a disheveled heap.

The depart it happened, we both felt that the reality was too shocking to be true. I felt she knew something she was hiding, her eyes could tell the truth her mouth though kept surviving a strong smile.

My heart was dead, it sank slowly inside me like a rock in the deepest ends of the ocean descending into the deep cold bottom and watching the warm sunlight evaporating away from my reach, and as my grief poured out in a flood of uncontrollable tears tightening in my throat making it harder to breathe, there was no point in any attempt to overturn that situation. It happened and I was hopeless.

I could not spell it all out, I lost my words but then grandma figured: « oh! it’s today» she wondered.

«Yes, he just left». I replied melancholically.

Grandma sighed deeply then smiled: «even buried hopes rose from their sepulchers, there is always a lost hope you need to stick to».

It had clouded dark already and I wouldn’t leave, sat at my favorite corner of my grandparents’ house where there was a huge window overlooking the backyard, it was all full of abundant aromatic roses and flowers. I knew how to name each and any of these I was inevitably hypnotized by flowers, my grandpa taught me the names, all that long he had planted his love with these marvelous plants, heavenly idyllic viewed garden I was amused by often.

Unusually there were butterflies, literally thousands of them wafting airily all over the garden. Unpredictable, flimsy, and delicate they were dancing by in a whirl of colors; it was that iridescent glow of the butterflies wings that had me paused, stunned and wonderfully comprehending.

Murmurs then fitful tumults as if I was hearing their voices, it was far-fetched, then all of a sudden voices paused eyes went astray in quest of the most dazzling one that would grab my attention, that one was brightly colored, wings canary yellow as a buttercup, filtered from vase shaped, flower to flower pausing to drink the sweet nectar inside.

It was glittering seemingly its beaming dimmed the brilliance of the daylight, as if I couldn’t see but that tiny beauty, my eyes were meandering as the butterfly was sometimes gliding and sometimes sailing its wings here and there.

It got nearby, humming turned into marked words as I was exaggeratedly listening, somehow I knew it was kind of conversing with me, I was so perplexed I immediately jumped on the ground couldn’t hold my breath, I was about to shout out a scream...

«we’re called Hopidos, we make ourselves apparent only for those who believe in our existence, those who are in need of us, those who are worth that need, we shall be an everlastingly impenetrable mystery, until so we won’t disappear» the butterfly interrupted.

I had that stunned face traits, as my mouth was hung with lips slightly parted, eyes wide open as they could stretch, I disbelieved what just happened my voice was shaking, halting words got out of my mouth unpredictably: «who are you? »

It gave me a glance of extraordinary meaning, gathered all its fellows then intangibly hovered in the air, just as I fixed my eyes to where they were going, suddenly I lost sight of them.

In my mind it flashes back as though it’s today, I was at the loss of my own words, it was definitely inexplicable, though I kind of weirdly liked what just happened then, it was certainly a mixed feeling of fear and astonishment, while I was just a kid I couldn’t translate that to my grandmother, intently I kept it as a secret, I guess that was the first keep back I stick to, I mean that just had started, I couldn’t entrust that secret to no one it was both a delight and a burden.

Perhaps the fact that I knew no one would believe it anyway. I perfectly pretended I hadn’t seen anything; I was