'Strong
Woman'
I made sure that my teeth had firmly gripped the
cold metal bar. Instantly the weird metal taste
came into my mouth. Then I slowly let go of the
supporting rope. My body started to sway slowly
from side to side. I regained my balance and then,
slowly and carefully moved into my first position.
I wasn’t in the centre stage, I was on the
side but still the spotlight was on me now. Everyone
in the circus tent would be looking at me. I had
done this routine a million times, again and again
and again, but each time I did it for some reason
I felt even more nervous. My hands got all hot and
sweaty.
Why was the audience so quiet?
Did I do something wrong?
I grew more and more self-conscious every second.
Then I heard someone shout out from the audience
‘go Miss La La go, you’re amazing!’
I was so happy. Along with that the whole crowd
roared with delight. I heard them all screaming
my stage name ‘Miss La La’; of course
that’s not my real name. my real name, which
I preferred to keep quiet, was Abither Thomas Jones.
Even I believed that my name was Miss La La now.
James was holding the rope below me. He was one
of my best friends. We always work together. I trusted
him to keep hold of the rope holding me. I wanted
to look down, I wanted to look at the audience,
cheering em on, but I couldn’t. I kept reminding
myself that I had to concentrate on the rope and
my teeth. I like being in the circus - it was so
much fun.
My muscle and teeth were straining now. I wanted
to let go now. I liked what I was doing but it would
get harder and harder every single second. But I
didn’t, I didn’t let go.
Because I am a strong woman...
Fiza Rehman |
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