‘Describe an Unusual Person’ by Mirza Hussain

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This most unusual and overly-complicated person that I saw, he is always starring at me with those deep green-eyes and soul-less, dark, black pupils. He has dark hair, an uncanny tan and lips as if of a zombie that just recently turned.

He looks like a puzzle trying to be solved. Over complicating things to an extent that he would not be able to understand. Mostly he just stares and just starts moving his lips without uttering a single word.

He looks as if he is finding out who he is, finding his identity in the ocean of thoughts. He knows he is brave as a lion, selfless as Mother Teresa, honest as Honest Abe, and intellectual as Einstein, but he knows he is not peaceful; he knows that he is a harsh boy, who has been through rough edges in the past.

It is as if he is fighting himself, he looks haggardly. He seems nice, as he always extends a hand whenever I do. His hand movements are a coordinated as a kung-fu technique, in sync with my hand as I move it.

He looks as if he needs a friend, a depressed, alone, and anxious boy who’s hand looks like he will grab mine and pull me to wherever he is. He does not have a friend, but he just is always there and stares at me as if I were the only one in the whole world. The touch of his hand is as smooth as the surface of a mirror, he has no smell and does not smile that often, but whenever I smile he cannot help, but to spare one as well.

He just stood there staring like an eagle looking for its next prey, thinking like the stone thinker. He seems so real and life-like. He follows me like a loyal dog everywhere, near the pond, in the house of mirrors and other places.

He is staring like an angel with those dark circles like he has never slept for a second in life, just waiting. I would love to know his name, but usually he is given the title of ‘the staring boy’ by me; then he signals to me to come closer.

As I bring my ear closer to his lips, the sound of a drop of water from the sink, the buzzing of flies and then a whisper from his lips, this was the first I have heard him speak, and he said, “I am you.”

About froebelianwriters

I am an English Language teacher teaching O'Levels Edexcel and CIE A Levels at Froebel's International School, Islamabad. I am also working as a Subject Specialist Literacy consultant for the same school. Writing and reading has always been a passion and I try my utmost to instill these habits and hobbies in my students as well. I can be reached/contacted at fabbas227@hotmail.com or 03365287335 Happy reading!

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