The Beauty Of a Soul

Mä oon jo pitempään kääntäny mun novelleja suomesta englanniksi, kun mulla on paljon ulkomaalasia kavereita, jotka on kiinnostuneita mun novelleista. Eilen mä aattelin, et voisin kirjottaa yhen novellin ihan pelkästää englanniks. Mä en tiedä kuinka huonoo mun englanninkielen taidot on, mutta toivottavasti siitä saa jotain selvää. Enjoy.

The Beauty Of a Soul

Life is complicated. Sometimes it brings beautiful things in front of us. Sometimes we suffer. Life is so beautiful, and yet so unpredictable. Sometimes I wonder how people can live with such complicated rules. Once I saw a girl, who made me wonder, how people really see their lives by their own eyes.

This girl’s name was Sophie. She was full of questions, but the questions didn’t bother her.  She lived her life fully, if we can say so. Sophie was young. Not like others her age, but her mind was young as little child’s. Sophie had golden hair and big, wondering, green eyes. Sophie was not tall, but not short either. She was normal, if it is not unforgivable to describe her so.

One day Sophie was walking down a street, trying to reach home before dark. The streets were empty. It was getting dark. Sun had set many hours ago. Sophie knew she was late. She wasn’t supposed to be out so late. But she had to get home, so she walked as fast as she could.

Somewhere far behind was a man. The man was holding a gun. He was looking for a victim. The men like him are not like others. They disfigure their way of thinking, so it would be easier to kill people to get money for living. And yet this man was like anyone else. He had a heart. But he decided not to listen to the little voice whispering inside him. He was deaf to love and compassion. He didn’t see Sophie, until she coughed silently. The man smiled. He has found a victim. A victim, that would make him rich. People gets always the most money from young victims. The man started to run towards Sophie. Sophie didn’t hear him, until the man breathed on her neck.

“I found you”, the man whispered. Sophie sighed frightendly. The man held his gun on Sophie’s temple. Sophie was in shock.  She screamed, but the man covered her mouth. Sophie hit the man on his stomach, and ran. She ran as fast as she could. The man fell on the ground. He raised his gun and shot. The bullet pierced Sophie’s hip. Sophie fell on the ground. The street was full of blood.

Sophie woke up on my lap. “Where am I?” was her first question. “Where do you want to be?” I answered with a question. Sophie was quiet for a while. “Safe”, she whispered. Her innocence touched my heart. She was young, and she trusted me. Sophie lifted herself up. “I can’t feel any pain on my hip”, she wondered. “Of course not”, I answered. Sophie looked at me with no fear in her eyes. “Who are you?” she asked me. I smiled at her wondering face. “I am your guardian angel”.

“But you are a tiger”, she said. “Can’t tigers be guardian angels?” I asked. Sophie looked down, thinking. “I think yes”, she said. She smiled at me and stood up. “Why am I here?” Sophie asked. I didn’t answer.

“Come, I want to show you something”, I said kindly. Sophie walked behind me in pure emptiness. There was nothing around us. No colors, no shapes. No shadows, no light. It was empty. I stopped in front of a little cloud. The cloud was the only thing in this emptiness, besides us. The clouds surrounded us. Above us appeared a little whole. It was empty, until a little girl’s face appeared there.

“That’s me”, Sophie whispered. The little girl in the picture grew up. She looked more like a child by every second that flew by. Her eyes didn’t get serious. Her smile didn’t get sadder. Her hair got more golden all the time. But one thing was not good with the girl. Around her was all the time sisters and brothers and her parents. But the older that she got, the less family members was with her. Sophie’s face got serious for the first time in long time. She turned her head of the picture.

“Am I dead?” she asked me. She didn’t look at me. Her golden hair was on two, curly braids. “If you want to be”, I answered. Sophie tensed all of her muscles. “I miss my family”, she said pain in her voice. A little teardrop flowed down her red cheek. She turned around, showing me her sad face. “I miss them so much”, she cried.

“I know my child”, I said, “They are always with you”. I turned to right, and there, behind the clouds, was standing her family. “Ma”, Sophie whispered, ”Pa. You are here!” Sophie ran to her mother’s embrace. She cried. But not because of sadness. But because of love. Sophie’s mother kissed her forehead. “I love you ma”, Sophie whispered. Her mother didn’t say anything. Sophie took a step behind and looked into her mother’s eyes. “Never leave me ma”, she said. Her mother noded and let her daughter go.

Sophie walked back to me, knowing that it was time to make her decision. “I don’t want to die yet”, she said calmly. “Are you sure my child?” I asked her. She noded. And so we walked away. We walked in the emptiness. The clouds left behind. Sophie touched my fur. “It’s like silk”, she whispered. “Are you always with me?” she suddenly asked. Her mind was full of questions. She was innocent as an angel. “Always”, I said.

We came in front of a door. The door didn’t have a shape. It was a door to life. Sophie looked into my eyes. She touched my head with her soft hands and gave me a kiss on my forehead. She smiled peacefully and stepped in the doorway. She didn’t look behind. She was sure she wanted to live her life fully, as she had until that extraordinary day. I looked behind her. And I was sure she would make her life matter.