My thoughts on a short story, "The Unbelievable Truth."
The short story is available in the link below.
I just wonder, from where do writers like her got the immense power to not just pen in the emotions inside a story but also to make readers feel those emotions, to make readers experience the same heartache, the same bruised feeling, the same trauma which the main character has lived within those words. I always think of this power as terribly majestic. (May God grow you more in your power dear writer.)
People usually presume that revelation is always a good, bravery sort of instinct or impulse. That revelation always is about feelings of being fearless, delightful, full of hope and might. I'm under the impression that it's not always this same. It's more of getting confused with the cause and effect of the particular event, people are so habitual of making associations that they characterized the later effects of revelation with the immediate apprehension of revelation itself. I'm glad to read this piece of art, as Writer in Scarf has beautifully portrayed through this art that revelation is characterized by rather different experiences and that the bravery, hope, thoughtfulness, and victorious emotions are all an outcome of the whole process of revelation and consistent grit. I really admire how Writer in Scarf has painted the picture of revelation having doubts, fears, despair and the pain of getting it, in this story. In general, I do agree with the writer that yes, Truth, when revealed, is not easily digestible, it's unbelievable (even the great theories of truth for instance of heliocentrism was not digested immediately by the society). The immediate apprehension of such revelation is just what Aasira has experienced in the first part of this story, that yes it's unthinkable, we have doubts about it, sometimes it's even painful to accept. Just Excellently painted into words.
Grit is the second most important thing that always helps an individual to face the fears and weaknesses and all the bruises that the revelation has caused. "The Dream" as the second part of this story and metaphorically in the process of growth is actually the Grit, the power that gives an individual the push to survive. The way Aasira dreams about the union with her mother and her mother wanting her to live for a purpose before the day when her turn of experiencing the euphoria of union with her mother comes around is a perfect illustration of grit.
As the natural aura has the tendency to grow from a less glowing form into a more vibrant brightened form, so does the plot of this story. It has this same curve. When the grit is actualized into the actions of Aasira, she finally finds the courage to express her dreadful revelation in front of people in common. The immediate reaction was oblivion to rejection by the police but again her grit has not made her stop having faith in her best friend. The disclosure of Jannat as Aasira's best friend have inculcated the light of hope in the story. On the whole, this story has the enthralling reflection on the journey of "Truth" of our lives. The reason why I found this story relatable to everyday lives. The story reflects that the writer has an optimistic outlook towards the end of every journey. I found this natural tendency of aura and the writer's outlook similar.
Also, I really felt the warm embrace of a best friend which in one way or other we all crave. Specifically, when I compare this situation to mine, I really felt this deep down inside, that in a situation of extreme crisis, when not a single presence I feel is for me, I crave such a best friend. It's sort of a dream, a fantasy for me where a best friend really stands in a different world, but whose presence is always by my side, who will sing these lyrics for me when I'm at the center of the shock that every raw life has to give to its lone survivor. 'Let's runaway... We could leave this crowd... Runaway at the speed of sound... If you need to breathe... I’ll be your remedy... So run away, run away... Runaway with me.' The climax and the resolution of this story with the emergence of Jannat as Aasira's best friend have made me sing this song.
Whatever Jannat has done for Aasira, is a true depiction of essential love, that Allah has created to ensure life worth living, that people like me find addiction in it, the one which is rarely or never granted. This is the truest and most blessed potential of the Writer in Scarf, a potential which can make readers feel this from deep down inside that something in themselves is also evolving as the story progresses.
Maham Zahra, you are truly an inspiration and a most blessed Powerful lady. Your power is in your thoughts and in your pen. I pray for the enormous growth of your strength. SumAmeen.
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