Deformed Baby Girl

“They Should Have Erased You When You Was Born!!”

One sunny morning in the Desert of Dry Dragons there was some sort of “spark,” a bizarre anomaly, such that would change history in ways that nobody could predict.

To one couple of the pyramid tribes a baby girl was born who suffered from severe genetic deformity: her hair YELLOW, her eyes AS BLUE AS THE MORNING SKY.  Look a minute through the eyes of these desert tribes, the Black Skins and Brown Skins, who were forcefully disconnected from the world. What do you see? A freak, a baby monster…

She was almost “erased” immediately after birth. Her father, a proud man until that bitter morning, was very ashamed of her and signed the Erasure Order with an obvious grudge. Her mother felt for the baby, secretly chewed up the document and so saved her baby from certain death.

The name of the baby: Ma-Tilda. Like daddy Ma-Tilda. Like mommy Ma-Tilda. Moronic, you said? What can one do, this is our way.

And you may not ask why. That is, if you don’t want to get in serious trouble.

Educational Punishment??

When she grew up a bit, little Ma-Tilda started wondering about all the oddities she was noticing around her. For awhile, she uttered not a word about any of it. But when another baby girl was born and got the same Ma-Tilda name, the young Ma-Tilda asked her parents: “Why does everybody in the family carry the same name?”

They did not answer. They’re not allowed to (like, even if they were allowed, like there was anything to answer!!!)  Father Ma-Tilda gives her the Shut-Up-and-Think punishment, essentially grounding her for awhile to a distant corner of the tiny flat.

As soon as penalty time was over, the parents sat the girl down in front of them and asked if she has learned anything.

Ma-Tilda: “What you tryin’a tell me, that this is logical? What next you call every fart coming out in this house also Ma-Tilda. In a jiffy every spoon will be Ma-Tilda too?”

And the parents? Their forehead wrinkling, their expression frowning. Mom seems more confused than angry. Dad looks at mom with fierce rage and sneaks through his teeth: "YOU!!!"

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At that moment the girl did not grasp the full meaning of the sentence.  In that single word the father was saying: "All your fault!!! You ate up the Erasure Order!!! You’re to blame for this mess we’re in!!!"

 

At School

In the new class at school, a new girl has arrived, blond of hair and blue of eyes. Gross! How come they even let her live??!

black sheepAll children in the classroom watched her with obvious disgust. Some threw half-chewed food at her (an improvised habit that over time became traditional). Others pointed at her and giggled. Han-Na was the only girl that received her gracefully:

“You are special. What do they call you?”

“Matilda, and what’s your name?”

“Han-Na.”

“Hanna?”

“No. Han-Na,” insisted Han-Na.

“Isn’t it the same thing?” wondered Ma-Tilda.

“Absolutely not!” Han-Na ruled out.

“Why?” Ma-Tilda dared to ask, “Did you ever try to ask why it is so?”

“You’re so weird. Don’t wanna be your friend,” said Han-Na, turned her back and sat in the front row. That sentence, coming from Han-Na, was as bad as the other kids saying: “THEY SHOULD HAVE ERASED YOU WHEN YOU WAS BORN!!!” 

Rabbi

Ma-Tilda noticed that one boy took no part in her reception, neither of those who tried to insult nor the “supporters” who retreated (Han-Na). That boy was sitting all this time by the window, watching her wordlessly. When study time was about to begin, Ma-Tilda found herself walking over and sitting by his side.

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“Rabbi,” the boy said to her.

“Sorry?”

“Rabbi,” repeated the boy, “My name is Rabbi. Rabbi-Novitch. What’s your name?”

“Matilda,” she said and glanced at him. He was of the Brown Skins, black haired people, like her parents and the new baby sister. A skinny boy, shortly cut hair. With kind of a quiet smile. He must be looking at me thinking how strange I am, she thought.

And indeed, Rabbi-Novitch was observing her time after time, passing his eyes along her flowing, yellow hair. Ma-Tilda was aware of his interest but chose to concentrate on the lesson, at least apparently.

The lesson today was with the class pedagogue. Today’s subject: Walls of Clay. The teacher said many things. Used many words. New, unfamiliar words. STRANGELY if not SUSPICIOUSLY most other kids nodded their heads as if they understood her every word. Ma-Tilda gathered only one thing: the teacher is trying to explain that there are smart people working in the small pyramids, and they taught us that there is something called Walls of Clay and that you cannot overcome this thing, whatever the thing may be.

“You’re mighty beautiful,” the boy said to her when the lesson was over.

For a moment there, she didn’t know how to respond. “Want a sandwich?” she then asked.

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“I have a big apple,” offered the boy, “Maybe we make half an apple and half a sandwich and exchange.”

They ate and exchanged glances, totally ignoring the commotion around them.







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