Deer Challenge – Ahawi

Originally posted 04 March 2011.

Ahawi stretched her long slender body reaching her arms upward toward the blue Oklahoma sky with her long coal black hair falling loosely toward the ground. The sun god painted the sky in the west with splendid pinks and blues telling her it was time to make her way to the nearby stream where the deer came at this time each day. Her father and his mother, which was the custom, had rightly named her and chosen her totem animal for she could easily walk among the deer as they drank or grazed sometimes eating from her hand. Ahawi suddenly stopped; her eyes as big and dark as any doe shined with fear when she heard the sound of gunfire. Falling to the ground and crawling on her belly to the edge of the ridge above the stream, tears fell down her cheek as she saw men riding horses around the deer randomly shooting them. When the men rode off to the east, Ahawi walked the short distance to her friends, no, her family kneeling beside the buck that lead the herd and openly wept, wailing so loudly that they say you can still hear her today from miles away.


Author: Pamela K. Young

I have not only lived many chapters in one life, but many lives in one body. The person I am today is far wiser than the me of young adulthood. My life is like your life with its ebb and flow. We are all connected in some way. I am a wife, mother, and grandmother, but what makes me, well, me is the way I wife, mother, and grandmother. I am a liver transplant survivor. Whatever devastation you have survived, we survived in our individual ways. I create with words and photos. I am a writer and photographer.

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