Catharsis...

Catharsis…

by

Sadaf Salman Makhdoom

What is catharsis for you? I asked a teenage girl whose parents were recently divorced and she was unable to accept the fact that sometimes families break for good. She said she wanted her parents together. I repeated my question. She went into a deep slumber. Seeing such a young soul like this pained me. Then she asked me a question I was not expecting. She asked me what catharsis is for me. I somehow lost myself to her question. Yeah, catharsis. When I was young while studying in missionary school I was inclined towards Christianity. I got slapped twice and got scolded numerous times for my inclination. I couldn't help it. I liked it. No, I loved it actually. I loved churches. I loved the sanity of nuns. I loved the biblical verses. Yes, I did. I love the Christmas bells. I loved the cool breeze that blew over my face while standing in front of the Jesus' statue that was standing out tall. Yeah, that was it. That was a catharsis for me I knew it there and then.