“I am not afraid of death but I am afraid of being alone.
Wait aren’t the two same”

Above lines were written on the Facebook wall of one of the martyrs of Kashmir.

The morning of January 1 to the world it was HAPPY NEW YEAR
For me it was the day of loosing the most beautiful soul on earth
As I walked in the hall where I spent most of the time watching TV
Was my little angel clad in crisp white cloth, sleeping peacefully
Tears came running down my cheeks
And then my superhero came and told you shouldn’t be crying, for she was an angel and was meant to be in heaven

In the corner I saw the wheel my world wailing as she lost her own flesh,the apple of her eye

The history repeated itself on the very day, fourteen years later

Same place was my inspiration laid down in same white cloth with glow on his face

That day I realized the true meaning of being alone,of being dead,of the grave which will be dark.

I am afraid of losing my comfortable bed and sleeping in mud surrounding by earthworms and snakes

Afraid of being buried six feet under the earth with tones of soil over me

Afraid of missing my favourite biryani as I’ll be the meal of crawling animals in the grave

Afraid of the night I wake up in sweat dreaming about all these

I am afraid,I really am!!

-Nazia Islam

Darkness

Dullness

Night 

Death 

And

Loneliness

Well expressed Nazia…✌

Sometimes I feel somethings frightens me

And sometimes I am sure it’s just my mind’s creation..

Somethings are meant to be solved by self introspection…Phobias are one among  them…If you want, you can win over them..Or else Phobias will stay with you forever.

Good write-up Nazia!👌

Keep scribbling.

Happy reading readers

Yours loving warrior 

Naina