As Beautiful As The Night Sky.
My best mate Archana always used to be bullied at school for being dark-skinned. They would call her ugly and foolish. But I would always wonder, ‘Why do they think she is ugly and foolish; she is like the most beautiful and intelligent person I`ve ever met.’ I would also feel the sadness in her mind when she was being called all these names because I used to be bullied for being tan-skinned. She was all sad and insecure about her skin when she was exposed to these negative comments.
One day on our lunch break, I asked her to sit with me after she finished her food. I decided to tell her the story my mum used to tell me when I felt insecure about my skin. I began,” Have you ever noticed how beautiful the night sky is?”
“Don`t you think the night sky is the same as your skin, charming and peaceful? If the sky wasn`t dark at night, would the stars and the moon be visible?”
“No”, she said. ”
Now, I have something else to tell you, gold doesn`t shine on light skin as it does on dark skin. Likewise, Black Opal doesn`t shine on dark skin as it does on white skin. Every skin colour has its own uniqueness. It`s our duty to embrace ours.”
Archana smiled and hugged me tightly.
The next day I could see her rocking a blue dress.
I guess my mum`s advice helped not just me but also my best friend.- Total nr. of readings: 746 Copyright © The author  All Rights Reserved. This story may not be reproduced without the express written permission of the author except for personal use.
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