ollaku 1

Silvi ollaku
Ms. Anila Balla
Drama
24 April 2016

Monologue

Here I sit, stranded. Alone in the midst of the dark blue sea of my mind. How hard I try to
stay afloat, above the waves that swallow and suffocate me. Am I strong enough? Strong enough
to fight, to face my conviction. Oh, how I dread the day they drag me away, away from this
miserable cell. Will I be strong enough to resist the urge to beg forgiveness and mercy? Will I be
strong enough to withstand the pain of fire or the suffocating smoke that rises slowly and engulfs
my very soul? I wonder. Who will teach children now? Deprived of their mother tongue they sit
facing an empty board. A board who, in its heart, once held letters and words and life. Now,
nothing but desolation. Who will risk their existence in this world to teach a forbidden language?
A language that has been murdered and degraded and named worthless in the oppressors eyes.
Escape here is worthless. No, I am to be confined to these four rigid walls till the end of
my days. Slowly rotting in solitude. I know what they say about me. Whispering in the shadows,
I hear them. Lurking down stone-cold streets, vanishing into the void. Running away because
they are cowards, far too afraid to speak their own tongue much less speak and fight against their
tyrants. And yet, as I speak of their cowardly behavior, I realize that I am the one who is going to
die, not them. They sit in the safety of their homes whilst I await my designated destruction. My
eyes, weary from lack of slumber and my shoulders, abash. Trembling now, not of the cold, but
of the despair. Will I be remembered or will I be forgotten? My exhausted body cast aside when
it is done like wet leaves after a storm. A burnt corpse, forgotten and loathed by all. But that is
my fate, it cannot be changed and I will not feel sorry for what I have brought upon myself for
when I die, I will die gracefully, my hair flowing in the wind as I fly up, up, up.