Friday, 20th August 2010
Seventeen days have swept away seventeen million moments.
My eyes continuously brim with unstoppable tears similar to the rain pouring outside my window at this early hour of a Friday morning – a late Thursday night for some…
My senses are benumbed and every single piece of memory is flooding my mind right from the days when my dad used to cuddle me to sleep in his arms when I was a child; my first visit to the mosque with him; my first day at school with him; the best memories of my dad...
Yes, I am missing him terribly right now. Strangely, there is no guarantee to anything in this world of limitations. Everything that begins here suddenly ends in rather surprisingly unwanted and unexpected situations that most of us are never prepared for no matter how strong we may tend to be.
It pains me every single moment throughout every single day to accept the fact that all this had to happen the way it has occurred. The pain is unbearable, yet sadly, I have no choice but to smile for the sake of the other members in the family – to avoid letting them feel that I have been poisoned by grief & helplessness.
I am unable to write any further. My mind is constantly getting clogged with sorrow & suffering due to these intolerable pangs of pain. It has taken me seventeen hard and rough days to write without a pen through a keyboard because my fingers refuse to move.
This storm may have been over but it has surely left me deeply devastated and I cannot tell if I can ever be the same again…
Seventeen days have swept away seventeen million moments.
My eyes continuously brim with unstoppable tears similar to the rain pouring outside my window at this early hour of a Friday morning – a late Thursday night for some…
My senses are benumbed and every single piece of memory is flooding my mind right from the days when my dad used to cuddle me to sleep in his arms when I was a child; my first visit to the mosque with him; my first day at school with him; the best memories of my dad...
Yes, I am missing him terribly right now. Strangely, there is no guarantee to anything in this world of limitations. Everything that begins here suddenly ends in rather surprisingly unwanted and unexpected situations that most of us are never prepared for no matter how strong we may tend to be.
It pains me every single moment throughout every single day to accept the fact that all this had to happen the way it has occurred. The pain is unbearable, yet sadly, I have no choice but to smile for the sake of the other members in the family – to avoid letting them feel that I have been poisoned by grief & helplessness.
I am unable to write any further. My mind is constantly getting clogged with sorrow & suffering due to these intolerable pangs of pain. It has taken me seventeen hard and rough days to write without a pen through a keyboard because my fingers refuse to move.
This storm may have been over but it has surely left me deeply devastated and I cannot tell if I can ever be the same again…
