The little girl by the street lights
A scene from my daily commute
October 23rd, 2014–7:23 pm
The street lights near the train station, Rabat
The lights turned green and the taxi driver switched gears ready to drive away. Slowly, the car started moving,… Then I saw her..
I was in the back seat and there she was, standing in the middle of the road she was playfully watching the drivers dodging her.
She was acting as if she was orchestrating the symphony of cars passing her by.
She was tiny but a perfectly healthy little girl.
She was standing in the middle of the street selling paper tissues and cursing anyone who would dare use their car horns or ask her to step away so they can drive away.
But she would not move, she was in fact very amused by their frustration, and she continued cursing everyone with a triumphant grin on her face.
Was she scared or was it her natural way to respond to people. I have no idea. All I know is that probably she wasn’t even 6 and she cursed like a drunk old man!
I was too slow to fully realize what really happened. By the time I processed it, we were already driving away. And I spent the rest of the trip home thinking about her, what will she become when she grows up and what was her story?
I wish her the best even though I doubt her life is going to be any easier.
It seems to me that kids who don’t get a chance to live their childhood, and who lose their innocence in the dark and tough streets, kids like her are lost forever, they’re gone and I have no clue how they can be saved or how I can live with the truth that I am not able to change it.. Yet.
November 10th,2014–7:33 pm
Same street lights , Rabat
On my way back home, riding a taxi as usual, I saw her again.
This time she was still wearing her school uniform. I didn’t know that she goes to school, and it was such a relief assuming she is. Or was it?!
Tonight she wasn’t selling anything, she was simply playing around. And for the first time, she looked like a little girl.
The taxi driver seemed to know her, so once she was near his car he gently ordered:”What are you still doing up until now? Go home! Go to sleep! It’s late!”.
She simply stuck her tongue out and bounced away!
Then he told me how impolite she usually is and that he’s surprised she didn’t swear at him this time and he told me how frequently he finds her strolling around in the middle of the night.
I simply replied: “yeah, I noticed…”
My reply was taken away by the rhymes of an odd radio song.
While other children like her are struggling with adults problems to survive.
And I went home, still not able to change it.. Yet!