Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

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.]

 

19 responses

  1. This isvsobtouching! Kisi ke mutaliq likha hai Maria? Can’t help asking although we witness too many young and unnecessary deaths around us😦

    July 4, 2014 at 9:53 pm

    • This is so touching!* sorry for the typing errors

      July 4, 2014 at 9:56 pm

    • There was this guy Hammad. A friend’s brother. Uske bary me.
      Do please remember him in your prayers..

      July 4, 2014 at 11:21 pm

  2. You’re a truly gifted writer.

    July 4, 2014 at 10:09 pm

  3. May Allah give him the best place in Jannah and Sabr-e-jameel to his family (Ameen).

    July 8, 2014 at 7:00 am

  4. 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.

    July 11, 2014 at 12:37 am

    • 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.

      July 11, 2014 at 1:06 am

      • 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.

        July 11, 2014 at 1:09 am

  5. I’m deeply touched by this.
    Beutiful and down to earth writing.

    July 15, 2014 at 1:06 am

  6. Reblogged this on Amira.

    July 15, 2014 at 1:06 am

  7. Zara

    Death is inevitable…From Him we came and to Him we shall return!

    July 22, 2014 at 5:20 am

    • Indeed it is. Verily we do! Thank you for stopping by.🙂

      July 25, 2014 at 7:10 pm

  8. 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.

    July 24, 2014 at 9:30 pm

  9. Good post. Left me a little sad, though. Keep up the good work.

    August 4, 2014 at 12:56 pm

  10. miss.mysterious

    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?😦

    June 19, 2015 at 3:38 pm

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