The never ending present

He slammed his fist against the coffee table.
He heard glass shattering.
It was as if he could feel his heart shattering too.
His past had driven him to the person he was.
He present was transforming him into a devil.
Into a cold heartless devil.
He hated life.
He hated people.
He hated happy people.
He loathed life…he despised life.
He wanted death.

He wished for death.

It was too long to hold on for.

He couldn’t live anymore.

He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around.

There she stood…

She looked at him with eyes of desperation.

She was pleading with him..

She wanted him to stop.

She wanted him to be positive.

She believed in him when no one did.

“Ozayr…say with me…”

He looked at her slightly annoyed.

He was calm under her touch.

“What?” He breathed.

” ﺍﻟﻠﻬُﻢَّ ﺃَﺣْﻴِﻨِﻲ ﻣَﺎ ﻛَﺎﻧَﺖِ ﺍﻟْﺤَﻴَﺎﺓُ ﺧَﻴْﺮًﺍ
ﻟِﻲ، ﻭَﺗَﻮَﻓَّﻨِﻲ ﺇِﺫَﺍ ﻛَﺎﻧَﺖِ ﺍﻟْﻮَﻓَﺎﺓُ ﺧَﻴْﺮًﺍ ﻟِﻲ”

“Why are you telling me all these du’aas?”

“Ozayr. Nabi (salAllahu alayhi wa salam) said that none of you should desire for death due to a calamity which befell him. If he can’t (not desire) then he should say that O Allah give me life as long as life is better for me and give me death as long as death is better for me..”

He felt so relieved.

He felt so …amazing.

How could his religion be so perfect that it even taught you prayers for when life becomes tough?

He smiled at her…and gave her a hug.

She was his little sister who had looked up to him since the day his parents left this world.

And since that moment he realised that life was tough but it doesn’t have to affect everything in his life.


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