Green Eyed Girl

Skies were blue. Grass was green as it was the beginning of Summer. Mr and Mrs A was sitting on their sofa, lavishing their view from their sofa. Mrs A picked up a magazine. It was summer 1985, where everything would go well in Mr and Mrs A lives, as Mr A had a $1200 dollars raise in his $4000 paycheck. For what reason was the raise given was uncertain, maybe the economy was good, or maybe business was good. But a raise is a raise, no question asked. Mrs A picked up the magazine she bought earlier in the market. The "Afghan Girl" embrace the cover. She had a maroon almost dirt red color veil on her head. Her dark hair was short, her face was unlike any other girl she seen before. She had roundish face which was distinguishable. Her face was cover with dirt. But her eyes, Mrs A, and stared at that eyes. Stared and stared. The eyes, was a greenish sea colored eyes. Mesmerizing. The eyes was hypnotic. It drew her closer and closer to the girl. The girl's eye were powerful indeed. She didn't bother to flip the page as she had already lost interest in the magazine. Mr. A realized what's happening and asked. Mrs A, shrug and pass the magazine to her husband. "The Afghan Girl? Well she looks like she needs a bath eh honey?" Mr A commented. Mrs A shrug and left her husband be. Mr A, left the magazine on the coffee table. 3 months from now, the magazine will be shredded and forgotten. No one knew where and how the green eyed girl came from. No one bothered to read her stories.

Those eyes, were eyes witness a thousand pain and a thousand woes. Those eyes witness war on hand. Those eyes blinked as blood shed and land turn red as her family was killed in front of her. Those eyes was flooded with nothing but anguish and misery. Those were the eyes of a brave girl.