They were riding on their bicycles side by side since quite awhile. She started to not recognize the streets anymore. Out of nowhere her fellow rider kicked into the bicycle so that she hit the wall hard and her bicycle fell with a loud sound on the floor. She immediately felt her back pain and by the time she had recovered to look she saw only the back wheels of the person, who had done this to her. They had known each other for awhile and it came unexpected to her.
With some pain she got up and recognised that she was in an isolated place. There were no people on the road. At daylight, with no person to help, all by herself, she started to walk in a crunched way. Painfully slow she took a step after step. The road would have been short perhaps under different conditions. She might have enjoyed the warmth of the sun, the sound of the birds and the slight wind.
However, today she barely recognized her surrounding. Her sole aim was to find a phone and call some help. At that time, she cursed her habit to not take her phone with her whilst being on the ride. She cursed removing regularly her credit cards from her purse and leave them at home so that in case of rubbery it would not be a big loss. Finally, she saw an internet shop. Her heart was beating faster and she moved faster towards it but the sudden pain bought tears into her eyes. Determined not to give up she bit her teeth and continued whilst her face was covered with sweat. So was her body. She finally reached the door and she her lips were curving upwards to a grin and froze in the midst. The hanging sign in front of the door with bright dark blue colours read “CLOSED”…[to be continued]
There was a girl on the train. She was pretty, had nice eyes and seemed helpful. People asked her about the way to destinations and she was helping them to find the right way. After they left, she put for the next twenty minutes make-up on whilst being on the train.
However, people feel about putting make up on whilst being on public transport. There was the funny video of a woman putting make up on and then it showed a man shaving on public transport. That was probably the take of some people’s viewpoint.
She was obviously taking care of herself. That was clear. Maybe for herself, maybe for the image she portrays to the outside world. She was sitting in a comfortable position. Put her legs up on the across seat but with her bag underneath, so that her shoes would not touch the seat. It is a respectful move since it was as well an empty wagon.
There she was, ready to get off the train, the girl from the train. It saddens to think that the same pretty girl, who was helpful and respectful and taking care of herself would be immediately judged by some as soon as she was seen. A simple piece of clothing was covering her head (a scarf) and with that alone within seconds people would judge her for her religion and would see nothing but the religion whilst looking at her without looking at her. How a simple piece of clothing can degrade a human being into something that the other person sees in her. For that moment when a race, a religion or any kind of other effect, which makes a person see only that point rather than anything else about the person then you know something has gone horribly wrong. Would the person, who judges recognise the kind smile of her whilst looking at a child playing or recognise the so carefully put on make up? Perhaps the pretty eyes who lighten up with the music, which is being played by a street musician?
What would that kind of image be that the person see when looking at someone, which brings out emotions of superiority and judgement?
Which right does one person have over another one to judge them or to make them feel bad about something, which the other person has chosen or was given to live with?