“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
Woooowwww… Well no one is alone… Every one just wear a glass and see the bad side that they are alone… But actually they aren’t…!!! No one is alone.. And never alone…
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A heart-wrenching tale!!
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