A Girl Who Fights Monster

It was dark. The sudden roaring of speedy motorbikes with screeches around the corner came through the glass window like thunderbolts and except that, there was nothing. Total silence. The ceiling was slanted towards the window and the curtains were moving slowly with wind. Faint whitish light fell through the glass. It was star-lights – coming from billions of miles away. And there was a slow but steady sound of breath.

Sufi – the little girl was awake on her bed and didn’t know what to do. She tightly held her water bottle and searched for her blanket. It was somewhere on the bed. But she couldn’t find it. She did wake up suddenly in the middle of night, and found her blanket gone, water bottle slipped from her mouth and the room dark. She looked at the window and saw nothing except few stars above – way up high – blinking in a black sky. She turned her head away from the window and found a dark figure breathing slowly on her side. She knew the source. Her nanny was on the same bed – sleeping. Sufi thought she’d call her. She needed her blanket. She felt cold. But then the door cracked open.

SCRREEECCCCHHHH….

Sufi was a brave girl, but she wasn’t ready for the large shadow stood at the door blocking the dim light from hall room. It was so big with curly hair falling around and slithering like snakes that Sufi felt chillness inside her throat. For a second, she noticed the long nails and sharp tooth hanging outside. By heart she knew what it was, but still she couldn’t believe what she was seeing in front of her eyes. It was a monster. In her room.

She was afraid, and more panicked now that her blanket was gone. Her experiences before proved that the best way to escape from an approaching monster was to cover own face with a blanket or something, and hold breath. The monster might get scared by looking at the faceless and breathless kid and be gone. But where was her blanket? It vanished like a magic without a trace, and she couldn’t find it.

She pressed her eyes tightly together, but still could sense that the scary monster was standing there, holding the door. She didn’t know what to do. What if the monster did eat them up alive like that in the story of Witch of the Jungle? What if it did kidnap her and lock her up in a castle like Rapunzel? What if it stole her heart and made her a slave forever? What would happen then, when she’d be apart from her mother for years? She was panicked. She was scared. But then she was worried for her mamma too. She didn’t want to see her mamma sad.

The very thought of her mother changed the little Sufi. She opened her eyes and found her courage back. No, she didn’t require a blanket to hide her face and escape from the monster. She was a big girl and she could fight the monster back. Slowly, she sat up on the bed and slipped her hand under her pillow, where she kept her magic wand. She knew what she was doing. By then the shadow of the monster was growing bigger and bigger. It covered the whole room. It was moving slowly, but towards her bed. There was little time. It could reach to her any moment. She had to do something. Now. She raised her magic wand towards the shadow and wandered with a powerful spell of magic ‘‘Abra-ka-dabra’’.

The spell was so powerful that the whole room came alive and was lit with white light instantly. The darkness was gone and her eyes were blind with the bright light.

When she regained her vision, she noticed a statue beside her bed, leaning towards her with hairs all over its face and smiling. It exclaimed, ‘Oh my god. Aren’t you asleep? What are you doing?’

Sufi couldn’t believe her eyes. She rubbed them with hands to have a clear vision. Instead of the scary monster, there was her mamma. She was surprised and overwhelmed at the same time. She jumped towards her mamma and hid her face into her neck. She knew what did just happen, but her mamma didn’t. She was visibly surprised but patted her little daughter’s back with a kiss on her head.

Sufi knew her magic vanished the monster and brought her mamma to save her in time. She loved her mamma.