Education at Corners! Chapter 7

Chapter VII

Once upon a time, there existed a magnificent place that was the source of knowledge. Small fairies, starving for education, set on a journey to earn it. Somewhere on earth, they found the destined place … a lake of information and facts. There, they were told by the knowledge providers to walk forward with their tenacity engraved into their hearts. The way, shown to them, was dark and filled with thorns scattered all around just like a red carpet spread on the ground gorgeously. With the blankness of the sight, they were walking on it, unable to feel the stinging in their feet. Nevertheless, as daylight broke in, they found out the truth that was prohibited to leak.

Despite the fact that they were caught, the small fairies were commanded to continue stepping over them, enduring a thing called ‘pain’, for the sake of getting ‘experience’ that will enhance their abilities and build up for them strong legs to climb the ladder to success… Over time, the small fairies became acquainted with the flow. The complications ensued as the information from the lake evaporated from liquid to turn into steam that drifted with the wind. The providers showed no concern. Neither did the headmaster, who sat on her comfy chair, ever stared at the ground which was heavily stained with red liquid called ‘blood’…

In the name of education, the small fairies were locked in that place. Its impregnable walls wouldn’t crumble. There was no ounce of hope in escaping. They shuffled around the corners in despair. Despite having the providers consistently noticing the SOS signals they kept sending, they never seemed to be fazed by it.

Sadly, the small fairies attempted to adjust to their new life, pinning all their hopes on a day in which justice will prevail. Unfortunately, their hopes vanished into thin air…

They gradually returned to their normal selves, throwing behind their agony and sadness and trying to get education, the main purpose of their journey. In order to gain what was lost, they had to fight their ways into the lake to recover it. During the fight, they were divided into two groups, those who supported the providers and those who opposed them. The chain of events that happened afterward has set free all the concealed feelings of grudge and hatred not only against the knowledge providers, but also against their comrades.

Admits this, mysterious fairies insidiously attempted to waylay all of their efforts. The fairies have revealed to be the outstanding receivers, among them, according to the providers. As their enormous days dragged by, the providers handed over to them some seeds. The outstanding fairies decided to plant them in a place shrouded in darkness, while the other fairies, innocently, planted those seeds around the gorgeous lake. Reprimanded by the providers for their act, the fairies wondered aimlessly over what went wrong. At first, they refused to believe themselves as wrongdoers, but once conceived, it haunted them day and night. Their hearts had been confused ever since that happened. Their fears had been growing upon them. They acknowledge themselves as criminals and let it envelope them in its apathy.

To satisfy them, the providers promised for a new bright future. Enticed by the promises the providers gave, they worked as told without knowing their real objectives, finding out only after the seeds at the corners had germinated, while theirs remained beneath for what seemed like eternity…

Those small seeds resembled the future the fairies were striding forward to. Relentlessly frequenting the lake in their absence, the small fairies unwittingly revealed the black magic cast upon the small seeds preventing them from germinating. Tensions between the providers and the fairies who opposed them have escalated resulting nothing. If they chose to speak, they will face an end to their stories. The play ended with their predicament never once being heard. The echoes of their stories were only voices that went unreceived.

Should we blame ourselves, for not being brave as to stand and take our rights back, or blame someone else for not being able to do the job instead? We never hoped for that. We never wished to exacerbate the problem. It’s just that we were stripped of our weapons. And without them we couldn’t fight for our rights… We didn’t know if the knowledge we had, been meant to be our weapons or not. It was futile thinking about anything, we thought…

It was walking forward…

It’s continuing on walking. It never looked back at us.

“What makes it strong? Who provides it with strength? Who’s giving it courage in order to move on even in difficult times?” It was telling us to walk…till the end. It’s moving slowly despite having up ahead an unlimited way. It looked at me, everyday, with the same look. It’s always there when I needed to look at it. Inclusiveness was its symbol. It has nothing hideous in it. Are we supposed to become the same?