Always Trust your Instinct.
All thoughts are mine, faulty as the words maybe their construction is entirely mine;through the grating of my ink-less ball-point pen. Yes I know this isn't the Dark ages *2012* and all that but it is a familiar friend whom I rely on for I find my motor skills always lag behind when my eager thoughts are stumbling over one another.
I recently found an old folder with all my short stories and essays and poems. On this New Year's day I have something simple to tell. Write about what you feel.You will always be told to write about what you know.But you will never know everything, it is only through empathy and the borrowing of your imaginings that you can truly suceede, otherwise nobody would be able to write about death until they have tasted it.
"A signiﬁcant number of essays are marked by the sense that the current polarization of the world is a modern condition, ‘the modern way’. The young writers equate modernization with Westernization, and conceive of modern,Western countries standing opposite non-Western and less modern countries. It is likely that the latter perception has been reinforced by the US government’s challenge to everyone to ‘take sides’, by the idea of a current clash of civilisations and by the anti-Western stance of Islamic fundamentalists. A Palestinian girl, the protagonist in Alizeh’s story (2004), comments: ‘‘Yes, I live in the twenty-ﬁrst century; we celebrate it every day with bullets and bombs. Don’t you know that is the modern way?’’ The girl continues, ‘‘the ﬁrst world only progresses, the third world has been reduced to a land where bombs have become a lullaby’’ (Alizeh , 2004).".
My literature teacher told me to change my short story from a Palestinian context to a Kashmiri one, for otherwise it wouldn't even be considered.If you think I'm showing what a rebel I was you've missed the mark. I love and greatly respect my teacher who put in countless hours into my musings .
The purpose here is to tell you to trust your instinct.. (See Inheritors of Pain).I didn't write it to win any competition.My intention was that somebody,somewhere would read it and perhaps empathize.Or if that was too taxing, that at the very least understand why.That is all that mattered. It won in the Royal Commonwealth Essay Competition.
Unfortunately this is all I have of the story as I didn't save a copy.I found one page (the last) in my old folder .