Young death

He had returned home after playing with his friends in the locality, and now his body rested before them in a still, lifeless state. How his mother would have cried on undressing his young dead son and how they would have put on a kafann… how the strong smell of kaafoor would have filled up the entire hall and his birth day would have played vividly like a film in his mother’s mind. How his first smile, first cry, the way he had so strongly clasped her finger, his first step, first sound, first meal, first everything would haunt their dreams from now onwards.

Dreams. He must’ve weaved a lot of them. Now that he had completed his second year at college, he might have planned the wildest and most unique of dreams. Things he would have blurted out energetically to gain encouragement but would’ve been told were impossible, and how we would have then promised himself to prove the world nothing was ever far from a man who tries…

And how his siblings would have begged his motionless body to please return; to tease, to play, to fight, to laugh, to stay.

How his father would have put on a strong yet imperfect cover on his feelings to look at his son, and to attend his guests and relatives. How he would have hugged his other children and tried unsuccessfully to console his wife, and how his lips would have trembled on the words of Imaam: Inna lillahi wa Inna Ilaihee Rajiiyuun.

 

It is not true when they say some people die before their time. Nobody dies before time. Death has no time, no time at all.

[Rest in peace Hammad.]

 

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19 thoughts on “Young death

  1. Lala Rukh says:

    Inna lillahi wa inna elaehi raajeuun………………. This is sad….. a haunting scary truth…. death truly don’t spare anyone. May his parents and siblings find sabar soon.

    • randomlyabstract says:

      Ameen.. Summa Ameen.

      Usi raat ko mae wahan gayi thi. Samajh hi nahi aya kesay dilasa detay haen when you know no amount of words can heal or bring back anything. I thought maybe jab kisi ki han death hoti hae tou wo yehi sochta hoga ke Khudara sab ek dafa chup ho ke chaly jaen. Fazool me keh rahy hoty haen beta ro mat. As if wo kahengy aur dosra roye ga nahi.

      • Lala Rukh says:

        Theak kehti ho. I havn’t seen a death like of a close relative yet aur Allah dikhay b nae… But I can imagine. No matter how you take me, there are only a few people in those type of gatherings who are sad in real. Other just gather there for fulfilling formalities. Or waqae jab koi bolta hai k sabar kero ya ro nae tu kesa feel hota hoga I can’t even imagine….Pher b sometimes we have to say a few words…who knows our words become a way to heal their wounds for a moment.

  2. Pamela says:

    Rest in peace Hammad. Truly said, death has no time…after seeing it closely come but thankfully go…I feel the pain for the departed soul.

  3. miss.mysterious says:

    Inna lillahi wa Inna Ilaihee Rajiiyuun.

    I could feel the pain in those words,Maria. If only RIP meant return if possible…
    You know what,this post reminded me of the Peshawar attack as well.

    Death is age blind! Why do we forget? 😦

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