NIGHTS AND DAYS OF ZUEKHA

NIGHTS AND DAYS OF ZULEKHA

ZUKEKHA:

It seems like that its over...

KHADEEJA:

What's over?

ZULEKHA:

What ever was there, it's over now.

KHADEEJA:

What was there?  What was there before?

ZULEKHA:

Something...

KHADEEJA:

Something?

ZULEKHA:

Yes, something...

KHADEEJA:

What something?

ZULEKHA:

I don't know exactly but there was something

KHADEEJA;

What?

ZULEKHA;

Something to hold on to.  Something to work at

KHADEEJA;

What kind of work?

ZULEKHA:

Don't know

KHADEEJA:

But you said, "There was something to work at"

ZULEKHA:

Yes, I said that.  There was someything there...

KHADEEJA;

Where?

ZULEKHA;

There...

KHADEEJA:

In the corner?

ZULEKHA:

No, not in the corner

KHADEEJA;

So where was it?

ZULEKHA"

Something up there...up there in the air...

KHADEEJA"

But you can't hold on to the air

ZULEKHA:

How do you know?

KHADEEJA:

I know

ZULEKHA:

What do you know?

KHADEEJA;

I know that you can't catch the air

ZULEKHA;

Why not?

KHADEEJA:

Air is air

ZULEKHA:

You can feel it though

KHADEEJA:

Yes, you can feel it but not catch it

ZULEKHA:

So how did I do it?

KHADEEJA;

Did what?

ZULEKHA:

Worked at it

KHADEEJA:

Work at what?

ZULEKHA:

I held on to something

KHADEEJA:

It wasn't air though

ZULEKHA:

What was it then?

KHADEEJA:

Maybe a pole

ZULEKHA:

A pole?

KHADEEJA:

Yes, a pole. One can hold on to a pole

ZULEKHA;

I didn't hold on to a pole

KHADEEJA:

What did you hold on to then?

ZULEKHA;

I don't really know, but there was something

KHADEEJA:

What something?

ZULEKHA:

I don't know-something solid but light.

KHADEEJA:

Thats not a pole.  A pole is solid but not light

ZULEKHA;

I am sure I held on to something.  I was functioning better

KHADEEJA:

How?

ZULEKHA:

I knew that I was going somewhere with a purpose

KHADEEJA:

What purpose?

ZULEKHA;

Some kind of a purpose

KHADEEJA;

A light purpose or a solid purpose?

ZULEKHA:

A combination of both

KHADEEJA;

Maybe it was a pillow

ZULEKHA:

A pillow?

KHADEEJA:

Yes, a pillow.  A hard pillow and a soft pillow with feathers in it

ZULEKHA:

What was in the hard pillow?

KHADEEJA;

Stones

ZULEKHA;

NO

KHADEEJA;

Yes,  stones

ZULEKHA:

I don't have stones in my pillow, my neck would have been broken

KHADEEJA;

How do you know your neck is not broken?

ZULEKHA:

Its not.  I am standing up.

KHADEEJA:

You are not standing.  You are not even sitting.  You are invisible

ZULEKHA:

I am?

KHADEEJA;

Yes, you are invisible.  I can't see you.  I can't touch you...

ZULEKHA:

I must be air then.  You can't see air.  You can't touch air..

KHADEEJA:

You can breath air though

ZULEKHA:

Yes, you can breath air.  You are breathing me. You have swallowed me.

I am inside of you.  All gone...disappeared...can't be seen, can't be touched.

I used to hold on to myself.  I was my purpose I used to hold on to me but now you

have used me as your air,  you are living because of me,  you are breathing because of me.

You have engulfed me whole.  Swallowed me whole. All my purpose have swallowed up

by you.  You, who are visible.  You who is solid like a stone.  You who have no feelings.

No empathy,  no regard for others.  You take their space,  their purpose,  their very source of life.

You eat up their survival.  You take other people's share.  You leave nothing for them.

First,  you leave them purposeless.  They find it extremely hard to hold on to their purpose

for living.

You interfere constantly  They lose their will to live.  Will to live with the loss of Oxygen.

You swallow their Oxygen.  You swallow everything.  I was air,   You swallowed me.  I can't breath.

I can't breath...I can't breath.  There is no air left in the room.


I can't breath.  I am no more.  My purpose in life has been eaten.

It was my purpose to hold on to my selself.   Now I can't hold on.  You swalliwed me.

You were greedy

You were selfish

You took my share

You wasted me

You are the evil of the world

Permanently present.

Never leaving

Never dying

You are the dracula

Always coming back for more blood

For more air

There is no air left to breath

I am done with

I am no more

I was always surrounded by draculas who sucked my blood,  sucked my air and

left me lifeless.

I CAN NO LONGER BREATH.  YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME BUT YOU SHOULD

HAVE LEFT JUST

ONE THING FOR ME.  MY SHARE OF THE AIR NECESSARY FOR ME TO BREATH, TO

LIVE, TO BREATH,  TO LIVE,  TO BREATH, TO LIVE.  YOU ARE MY DEATH.

YES,  YOU ARE,  YOU ARE MY SLOW DEATH.  YOU HAVE SUCCEEDED.  I AM NO MORE

I CAN'T BREATH.