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"I do not want to live here Fatimah. I'll find a way out, with or without you. "
"No Aisyah, remember the words of An earlier?"
"Ah ... It's only in delirium and imagination. You also watch the TV right? They dance, sing like us. There was no sadness and gloom. They're free, free to show, competed in her dream. "
"Aisya, you're ..."
"Aaaaaa .... a ... a.aa .... Do you wish me a crazy thing?"
Fatimah was silent for a moment.
"No, it's just... I think you're too proud to admit that An is true."
"And you now to defend it, and come cornered me?" Aisya raises her voice.
Always, chirp present in every morning, when dawn greets dew, teasing each eye to turn away from the cruel world.
"You look at the window Aisya?"
"Yes, always the same in every day, and strangely you never get tired of looking at. You're the same as An. "
"No, not the same as everyday, O my beautiful friend."
Aisya gazes on the window, trying to find something different in the morning.
"Still the same ..." Aisya replied curtly.
"You have to look at her with sincerity, without anger and ego Aisya. There you will see that ..."
"That the world is just beautiful in the morning... Aaahhhh he always spoke those words to you." Aisya interrupted.
"Yes it is true... they just respect us in the morning. They always wait for us to sing in the morning "
"And then they will sell us to someone else? Satisfy their desires? "
Fatima is now stunned by the words of his friend.
"Aaaah ... You realize now. Life here is not an award! "
"But all these luxuries Aisya, they treated us like kings ... meals always presented when each of us was hungry. They always bathe us in every morning. And we should not be feared for our lives. We need not fear the masher man hanging out there. "
"I'd rather eat worms and grubs, and screwing the masher Fatimah! Than to live in here, in this cage! Waiting... for my wings feathers falling with age. Until the end I wasted on the market, at a low price."
"But ..."
"You know Fatimah, I don’t want to die without a taste of freedom, with or without you."
And the birds stop chirping, mark the dawn was breaking, with or without you, freedom.
