Life and Beyond
I’m in one of those very senti moods right now. Ones in which I’d rather write than express myself by “talking it out”. I’d say, hit the red cross on the top right if you’re not interested, because this piece of writing means something. This one is not some random post but is dedicated to someone. Someone special. A great person, a visionary. A beacon of light. A person who told the world nothing is impossible. And she needs us more than anyone else.
Life is complicated. It brings you all sorts of pleasures to do things in life. Express your emotions in many ways. You grow up way too fast in the world today. Experience comes to you everyday out of what you do. You believe you can achieve things and you do over a period of time. But time is something that will seize to exist someday. For everyone. For You. Life is a temporary stay in a vessel, a body. Yet we procrastinate. Tomorrow, is our best escape. A way to surrender. But pause for a minute. Think if you had no tomorrow. Think, you’ll see your family for the last time today. The moment that you step out of your door, the pleasures of home would not exist anymore. That you’ll wake up on a white bed, with people around you and machines attached to your body. A hazy vision when it would be hard to keep your eyes open for longer than a minute. Imagine what it would be like, taking your last breath, before time. Time, that you had decided for yourself.
That my friends is the reality of life. You know not, what rests ahead. A piece of cloth is all you and I will ever have. At least, i see life like that. And everyday I see people, crying to each other about how miserable their lives are, when they actually have everything. I cant help look at them with complete blankness. A happy, or complete family. No financial burden, abundant educational resources. Enough resources to sleep with their stomachs overfed. Friends to cherish the little and big moments in life. WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT? I want to tell them such a sad excuse for life they are. How they do not deserve to call themselves human beings. How they need to face their problems and not surrender. Not whine and be brave. Honestly, the problem of this generation is not more than ‘OMG I broke up’ or ‘I fought with my parents’. Real problems if you knew about them, you’d be crushed and dead under the weight and wont even know what hit you. A real problem is finding a place to sleep at night because you do not have a home. A real problem is finding clothes to cover yourself with because you can either afford to buy food for your family or a warm sweater. A real problem is laying on that bed and fighting death itself. I cant tell people all that, because they would think I am a lunatic. I can’t yell at them, how lucky they are. So i write. So for the ones who can read, at least take a Que. At least make something out of your lives. Atleast when you have resources make use of them. At least, when you can study, you should. At least, when you can be humble to people, when you can help them, you should.
^ that was the moral to this post. To enlighten you why I wrote this post. Why I’m so heartbroken and I tire my fingers here is, a friend of mine lays in Comatose. Knew her for a short period of time, but she’s by far the most kind and brilliant person I’ve come to know. She has an incredible mind, that she achieved heights of success starting at a small age of 9. But what fate. Her health has brought her to the doors of death and everyday, when I think of it, I fight the tears. She worked hard. She helped people to the best of her ability. She wanted to bring change. She wanted to help my nation. She wanted to do good. But God had other ideas. I pray everyday, in His name, for her health. I hope she gets back to her feet, and may read this someday and smile. I hope she does what she wants. I would trade lives with her if i could, because she is someone who can make a difference. But whats sad here is.. People i know, all they talk about is, ‘Hamsafer’ and ‘Dexter’ or what happened in the Premier league. Again, humanity is lost and.. well I dont know what else to say. I’d like everyone, who reads this, just to pray once for Arfa Karim’s health. That is all I ask for. A Prayer Can Make A Difference.
I can’t really change how people think and what they choose for themselves to be. But I can just try giving them a true picture of life through my words. I myself have many flaws. But I have a heart that feels. Feels the pain of others. Feels the injustice of nature. Good needs to be done and I try. Please do justice to your existence. Make use of your lives; good use. Don’t wish for death, even in the darkest of emotions. Its not as easy as it sounds and not as pleasing as it appeals. You were made for a purpose, fulfill that. Do good. Very few of us do that.
Allah, give Arfa health and happiness. And grant her family the strength to make it through these hard times. Ameen.