Dreaming about the past, a remembrance of loss

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She woke up from her slumber, rubbing her forehead at the nagging headache. She does not mind the cold hard pavement as her bed; after all, she has been homeless for the past 3 years, living on the streets and begging for food. The city, with it’s towering monuments and buildings, has been her home; a challenging, dangerous home for a 11-year-old girl.

Her dream had disturbed her. Not a ghastly nightmare running from foul demons and evil trolls, but dreaming of living comfortably in a house with a happy family – with smiles, love and warmth poured over her. Such dreams are rare for her, though when them come, the dreams embrace her tightly. Leaves her breathless at such remembrance of the past, and she knows she will never see her family again.

She blinks her tears away, ignoring the stabbing pain in her heart. The emptiness of not having a family and home does bring about such cruel sensation. With a heavy sigh, she stands up, as the rays of sunshine hits her dirty face. She smiles sadly at the sun and waves her little hands at the pavement, her temporary home.



An avid blogger, twitterer and photojournalist, Zashnain Zainal suffers from an incurable addiction to social work, helping marginalised communities since 1989. Nowadays he travels from the plantations of Malaysia to the slums of Thailand. He can be found at zashnain.com and @bedlamfury

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