Well sometimes i guess sadness doesn’t only affect your mental heath but also changes you physically. Today i woke up to find my muscles tightened up for no definite reason. I though maybe it would be because of yesterday’s Goodbye. It was a rather calm day with a bright sunshine but suddenly it all changed in just a second.
Call it a culture or tradition, when someone dies in our society we gather people from our surroundings by announcing the persons identity and the time and location of a funeral through a speaker in a moving van. So its rather an open invitation where anyone can attend the funeral and pray for the forgiveness of the soul.
I wasn’t aware of this custom of calling before as i had just moved here after 24 years. Death for me was something scary and horrifying. Nowadays i hear these call 6-7 times everyday. My family and surrounding people seem just used to it. Their response is just as if the person had gone to a market for a walk and will be back in a while. It makes me sad, how someone who had spent countless moments with you can be forgotten so easily. Its like the humanity is dying off we are becoming Robots or we have rather switched off our humanity.
I wish when i die and its my Call of Death from that moving van, people would give me a moment of silence and atleast remember me for a day or two.
To be Continued …
Today was a day that brought happiness and sadness at the same time. It made me confused about my own feelings. My elder brother who is more like a friend to me, left us for a country for an unknown time period. I will miss him for sure, i still am though it’s just been 2 hours he left home. Its events like these that make us want to think about the life we are living, are we giving it our best or just passing our time.
Nowadays everything is new for me, i am in my hometown, a country i was born in, but is a stranger to me because i left it at the age of just an year old. I came back here after 24 years and still am trying to adjust to it. The good thing though is everyone ariund is insanely sweet to the extent that i find it fake. Leaving behind a country where you have spend your whole life, your childhood, your memories, those streets that you walked, that houses you lived in, it comes and haunt you in your memories afterwards.
I hope one day ill walk those streets again and reunite with the people i have know.
To be continued …
Well to be honest, I don’t know how to start off the story to my life. It’s as if going on a roller coaster ride, that wont come to a stop, just keep on going the same track over and over again. I became a member of this site just to show case the reality of an ordinary Muslim girl’s life under some unordinary conditions.
I’ll keep the details coming up slowly for the coming days but bare with me it’s as interesting as one could think of.
The picture above shows my present location ( KPK, Pakistan). It’s in these beautiful mountains that i have shifted to, 5 months before, from a completely different country. A country known for its deserts, Saudi Arabia. Yes thats a different story to come up.
For today, i am feeling as excited as a child holding a new toy in hands, to be sharing my life with those who might’ve had a wrong conception about me.
Right now am sitting in this room filled with darkness at 6:32 pm listening to the beautiful adhan ( the call for prayer). This prayer always reminds me of time i have spent in Saudi Arabia. It had a special meaning for me beside just a prayer becuase my childhood teacher at the age of 6 used to give out those prayers 5 time everyday until the day i left that country and everyone behind, last year after spending 24 years of my life there, which would mean my whole life.
I end this today with a wish that tomorrow’s sunshine will bring a day that would be as unique as the past 5 months ive spent in these mountains.
To be continued …