Inspire Me, seems to be a feature of wordpress which is very less explored. I for one like it, therefore, every Sunday I’m gonna try my luck at writing a post through this helpful feature.
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Write about your strongest memory of heart-pounding belly-twisting nervousness: what caused the adrenaline? Was it justified? How did you respond?
It was a Friday. The 5th night of July. I sat restlessly awake on my saggy old brown sofa chatting away with a far away friend at 4:30am, through the Ipad. The television provided background noise with an old episode of the 90’s show Home Improvement. I always found Tim Allen as one of the most comical humans alive, but at this point i was completely ignoring his jokes as i was deeply engrossed with my lovely friend. We were having a very serious conversation, about the stability of our friendship.
This friend and i went a long way back, she used to be with my best friend. She had always been very energetic and emotional. the combination made her quite annoying, but also very loveable. In recent times, however; she had started to make me quite uneasy. I had always been a shut in, who would roam the internet for entertainment, but at this particular time in I was very much annoyed with my life. My lovely friend though, was of the most popular species of our teenage years. She always had tons of friends and tons of people to keep her company. In a way it had also made her quite narcissistic. She seemed to have developed a love of sharing her problems without listening to others. We childishly bickered for hours about our annoyances. I was annoyed of her social life, while she was annoyed of my ignorance towards her problems.
The real world seemed out of my focus for a very long time until a mysterious sound took my attention. There was a loud thump! outside our apartment door. This apartment of ours was built in such a way that was a small window beside the main door which gave us a view of the stairs leading to the roof and a little part of the area in-front of our door. My eyes quickly went directly towards the stairs as i remembered that i had left the door to the roof open all night. Our building was two stories high surrounded by various other two story buildings. Like most residential homes in Karachi, our building shared its walls with the neighbor’s homes, therefore it was very easy for anyone to jump from roof to roof in an attempted theft or escape. My heart started to race violently. i tiptoed closer to the window to get a better view of the stairs. The lights outside the door were off so i could only see a small part of the door upstairs and the rest was all darkness. i sighed in relief thinking it must have just been my imagination, when suddenly, as i was slowly turning around i saw it.
My heart broke all records of velocity as my stomach twisted to its innermost position. My brain sent panic signals to all parts of my body, as i felt adrenaline rush through my veins. There, right on the corner of the door handle was a buff olive skinned fist. My mind could only rush to one conclusion as i quickly ducked in fear of the person turning towards the window and noticing me. In a few seconds of peace i regained my composure and realized that in a fight or flight situation i was a fighter. I gazed around the room for any quick and painful items, but found none. Through my observation of his fist, i knew that i couldn’t go at him bare handed. I had also not seen his other hand or any other part of his body, therefore i had no idea whether he was carrying any knives or guns. My mind kept thinking of someway to defeat him as i tried not to panic. I decided i would have to sneak to my brother’s room and wake him up. I had to do this without appearing in front of the window, hence i ducked as low as i could while also on the tips of my toes. It was painful and slow, but i had to walk three rooms like this if i wanted to not be seen or heard.
My brother was sleeping very peacefully, probably dreaming of something very cheerful. I leaped on him completely, whispering in to him pace-fully how there was someone outside our door. My brother got up, still half asleep. He was still not sure about the situation we were in but he understood that it was very severe. His mind seemed to work faster than mine, as he raced off to the balcony to see if there were any others outside. I was clueless as to what he was exactly doing so i whispered to him angrily “what do we do!? dammit !” My brother slowly walked towards me and said “we must wake up dad.” I, without any hesitation quickly tiptoed over to my parent’s room.
My parent’s room was completely dark, with just an eerie light of the air conditioner. I was quite far away from the door at this point so i thought it was safe to stop whispering. I violently shook my dad’s bed and screamed at him how there was someone outside our door. My father slept much lightly then my brother and he was up in a heartbeat. We tiptoed over to where my brother was standing, near the window where we could see the hand.
Suddenly! It felt like he had heard us. The person started fiercely banging on our door. This made my brother and i panic, while our father was still cool. we figured he was trying to break the door. My father decided there was no good in hiding anymore. we had to make it as difficult for him as possible. My brother ran to the kitchen to get knives while my father started to turn off all the lights so it would be harder for him to see.
We had gone through many power outages while living in this house, thus even with the lights turned off we could easily make our way through he whole house. At this point the man finally knew we were awake. With no hesitation he let out a loud scream, “open the damn motor switch ! There’s no water!” It was the familiar voice of our downstairs neighbor.
Our hearts slowed down in sweet relief. He went mumbling on about how careless we were as neighbors and how we made him wait so long. He had no idea how much fear he had caused us. It was nearly 5 am now as we all sighed in relief. Our mom also woke up due to all the comotion, she came out the bedroom and asked us what had happened. We smiled and told her to go back to bed.
I went back to chatting away with my friend, while the family went back to sleep. It was just another boring night at home again. One which we made memorable through our panic. I did learn that day though, how if a situation required it, we could all co-operate very easily and fight with a lot of skill, I just hope we never actually encounter any such situation.