adness and guilt have filled my days for the past 10 months. My mind has been lost in thoughts, taking all the blame of the past events that took place. All of a sudden, a wail awakens my senses. It startles me, while I take on my surroundings. Sitting in a loveseat my eyes take in the room, painted in white and black patterns, searching for the source of noise, until they settle on the crib standing in the middle of the big room. My crossed legs dangling on the seat, untangle until they touch the hard, cold floor. They stomp against the floor making a beeline for the crib. Then, my blue-ocean eyes meet with watery hazelnut eyes of a white, creamy and small face. The waterfalls stop as the bundle squirms with happiness as a boyish grin tugs …show more content…
From then on, I knew there was no way back, and I would be one to blame. We were laughing and enjoying a good time, until armed men broke down the door and forcefully entered the apartment. They took him as fast as lightning and the only thing I felt was, my knees against the floor as I cried and pled mercifully for them to stop. I spent the day, laying on the floor, curled like a fetus as blame took over me. Sometimes, I felt as tough people tried to talk to me, but I was completely disconnected from the world. The next day, an arm touched my shoulder and I recognized it which made me realize that I had been an entire day sobbing. His soft touch and caring eyes reminded me to be strong. Also, that day was the day of the trial. We entered a place with big pillars on each corner and wooden seats filled the center of it. The only difference was the place where the judger would be sitting in; standing tall, and next to it the place where I would last see him. He was found guilty and sentenced to death, for corrupting the law and uniting two different worlds. His eyes, just like they say, “they are the windows to our soul”, told me he was proud of his doing and didn’t regret anything. Also, I had to be strong for him and just before he was sent to be killed I mouthed to him “ I love
Arthur Dimmesdale is a fictional character written by Nathaniel Hawthorne in the 1850’s from the book, “The Scarlet Letter.” Arthur Dimmesdale went through great lengths of guilt and suffering throughout the book. He is a Puritan minister who had a child named Pearl, whose mother was Hester Prynne. They hide their relationship together in the years of Pearl growing up. Arthur Dimmesdale was the only Puritan out of four main characters in The Scarlet Letter. Dimmesdale knows that he has sinned in the very beginning of the novel, but kept all his feelings inside, letting the guilt overwhelm him until the end. When he committed adultery, he knew that what he did was wrong, but at the time he had only put
As the door closed behind the last juror, the mood within the room changed. To each and every juror the room felt foggy and closed. Up to now the closed
In the novel The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini guilt and redemption play a big role in the development of characters as well as their personalities. Throughout the novel Amir always had a sense of guilt. Amir’s sense of guilt stems from how he did not stick up for his best friend Hassan when Assef assaulted him. The guilt played a very important role in how Amir was characterized and how his personality changed towards everyone. Throughout the novel Amir was consistently trying to find redemption through various ways, he felt like the assault was his fault and he wanted to get punished so it would end his guilt. In the novel guilt and redemption were always hand in hand especially when Hassan and Amir were at the pomegranate tree in Chapter
There are many types of guilt in the world today, whether it be deserved guilt, hindsight guilt, borrowed guilt, or any other form of culpability there is. Throughout the book Maus, the main character, Art Spiegelman, experiences different types of guilt and shame that has to do with his father, who happens to be a Holocaust survivor. He also experiences guilt with his mother, who committed suicide when Art was younger; and with the book he is writing about his father's experience. Over the entirety of Maus, Art is consumed with guilt in the form of guilt from an action that he completed, guilt that he did not do enough to help his mother survive, and guilt in the way of him doing better in life than someone else. Although these categories of guilt may have their differences, they are also alike in some ways and can relate to each other.
The trial was adjourned. As I was leaving the courthouse on my back to the van, I recognized for a brief moment the smell and color of the summer evening. In the darkness of my mobile prison I could make out one by one, as if from the depths of my exhaustion, all the familiar sounds of a town I loved and of a certain time of day when I used to feel happy, the cries of the newspaper vendors in the already languid air, the last few birds in the square, the shouts of the sandwich sellers, the screech of the streetcars turning sharply through upper town, and that hum in the sky before night engulfs the port: all this mapped out for me a route I knew so well before going to prison and which now I travelled blind. Yes, it was the hour
Have you ever experienced a loved one going to jail?......,Hearing the loud crash from a mile away. Not knowing what it was but in the back of my mind not caring what happened or how it happened. Until the phone rang…,police officer on the other side of the line finding out my dad has just gotten arrested. I rushed down stairs with my best friend by my side. My heart was beating outside of my chest.
I don't even know where to begin. You are the most ignorant person I have ever met. How can you keep doing this to us and think it's ok? Do you know the pain you are putting me through? It's not only about me
It was late I thought. Almost midnight yet I was still unable to sleep. I stared thoughtlessly at the moving shadows mumbling to myself, "it was just a story" but in my heart I knew it wasn't, it was more than a story, much, much more. Then, a crow appeared in the middle of my room. The crow stared at me with such intensity that I fell backwards into the safety of my pillow. I stared at the crow in shock as it disappeared into my closet and that's when I heard it, a long piercing whine that was like a nail to a chalkboard. I prayed that it would go away, I prayed with all my heart but it stayed there continuing its long whine. It was then when I caught a glimpse of it. I saw two glowing bloodshot eyes stare at me. I let out a scream born from terror and almost immediately my dad came bursting into my room. He stared at me with confusion but all I could do was point a shaking finger at my closet door. Cautiously, my father marched into the closet door only to find nothing inside. Then, without warning, the closet door slammed shut along with my father still inside.
Abstract: Guilt has physiological and psychological effects. The psychological effects can include something bad, such as feelings of worthlessness or inferiority. Guilt can also serve in a positive way as a motivator. A person may suffer physiological effects such as insomnia and physical pain.
Like so many innocent, selfless girls, untouched by the world, I forgave him. The pain dispersing through my body reminded me that I was strong and all I needed to do was heal. I would cry without tears at first, the sadness inside me so intense, that the hollowness in my heart would weigh me down. My heart’s deep hollowness was so immense, that the loudest shrie...
The recognition of the world around me is hard to put into words, because there are things in this world beyond reach. The structure of humanity has powers that seem to slithers into everyone’s lives that’s beyond our control. I believe that there is a power in this world which binds us to our very core. A force stronger than all else that within every human a person can use this energy for good or bad called ‘Karma’.
Shame is something everyone as an individual goes through, it is important that family members and educators work to make those who are around them to have a sense of confidence and self-worth. By not letting individuals go through it alone and showing empathy, it shows that doing something negative does not reflect that persons character or personality, by differentiating between negative and shame. Society can help prevent shame and the negativity that comes with it. While still encouraging individuals a healthy sense of right, wrong and guilt. Shame is an emotion brought about by failure to achieve ambitions to a preset standard.
As I arrived at her apartment she didn’t answer the door, I just went in. I walked down the hall way into her bedroom where she had pills and a beer and a list wrote out to make sure this would be her last recipe, a recipe of death. All I could do was yell, “What the hell are you thinking, he is not worth your life!” I started grabbing the pills, putting them back in a container and taking the beer. I hid the pills in my purse and went to get water. I begged with her to drink the water and remind...
I look out the window and see massive buildings, millions of colorful lights lights and above it all a dark night sky. It’s almost eight, and I rub my eyes in an effort to wipe away exhaustion from the long day. I struggle to get up and slowly walk over to the huge window. I look down and see hundreds of tiny cars whoosh in all directions, I think I see people, but it’s too hard to tell. I sip on my cappuccino while thinking about today’s case. I admire my speech and the carefully thought out questions for the main witness. I remember when I first started my practice: a shabby small office on a side-street, working for a snobbish little man who always annoyingly patted his head to make sure his toupee was still there. I was so inexperienced and scared.
My guilt grew as time passed by, especially when I see their child suffered in the orphanage. Nightmares of the scene haunts me everyday, endless guilt and suffering caused myself to rot away. I often dream of myself being caught by those men in the same alley as before. Right at the moment before my death in those dreams, I would wake up in panic and