‘Describe a quite place’ by Emaan Haseeb

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The wet desolate streets of the city rested in silence as the starry black sky wept over it. The small green trees on the roadside swayed as the strong breeze hit them. Above a faded-zebra crossing, a traffic light frantically changed colours seeming rather like a disco light. Huge, giant buildings stood besides the street, quiet as if taken by an army of libraries. Some windows gave out white and yellow light, but the others were pitch black.
It seemed like the clouds had got a sudden fascination to the moon and wrapped themselves around it. The pattering of the rain, which was now deaf to the ears , was interrupted time by time during the night. Having a car passed by. Stray dogs began barking, while the deafening music from the car echoed around the street. On the right side, a line of bins, bins that were standing along outside fences, desolate and absolute in the way they were just there, frozen, like soldiers ready for battle.
I felt lost that night. I kept waling and walking till my feet actually could no longer bear the pain and convinced me to rest. It was a long night. Small spot lights could be seen lighted at the window of each house. While walking the street, I could see my own shadow as I took each step further. Sounds of owls could be heard from the bushes with a slight movement . The sky seemed smoky and clouds were all over it.
The sweet aroma of coffee could be smelled coming from the other side. Neon coloured shop boards were blinking as if they would lose its light and fuse. Huge poles on each side froze to death as the cool breeze passed by. Suddenly fog would cover everything and not even a single beam of light  could be seen through. I had not felt the intense cold, although without cap, or bonnet, or a shawl, my hands were bare and exposed to the bitter, biting air. Alone in the black night, with the wind moaning in distance I had no clue where I was heading. With time passing by it was almost five in the morning which had marked the end of the night as the sun has started to throw its bright sunlight all over the city.

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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