Death

Three times in my life I realized how horrible death is. The first time I saw my father fighting a life-and-death battle in a military hospital in Kamra cantonment. 

Three times in my life I realized how horrible death is. The first time I saw my father fighting a life-and-death battle in a military hospital in Kamra cantonment. He was in such agony today that he was neither alive nor able to reach his destination. "I went through the Emergency and the Blood Bank. I walked to the Western Cemetery on the day of his funeral. 

I was wondering why God does that. The man you love so much in life." I can't even imagine life without you. Suddenly you get the message that the same person has left. What will happen to you? What will be your condition when that person's head is in your lap? The one who has taught you to be happy in life by watching you, the one who has taught you to laugh even in misery and poverty Am How painful are the moments when someone is parting from you whose breath feels connected to your breath, you have to live without it. 

Even today, six years after my father was separated. The grief and anguish that he felt in his eyes in the last few days are still fresh today. On the day of the last meeting, he would call me again and again. I would be lost. For the first time in my life, I thought so hard about death that day. I was so angry with illness and death that day. I came out of the ward. I closed my eyes in anger. Tears dripped down my cheeks. And I lay on the bench of this military hospital in Kamra, wondering how much man is compelled, the dignity and terror of which he lives all his life, the ego with which he lives, death Is the one on whose head he cuts.

The second time I felt the intensity of death was when I was picking up the mutilated body of a very intelligent and creative-minded (classmate) Manzoor Jamshed from room number 168 of Khalid bin Waleed Hall of Punjab University. It was so bad that it was hard to recognize. Her family wanted to see her for the last time, but it couldn't be because death had left her with nothing. Manzoor is seen standing in front of a mirror for hours making matching shirts and ties to go to different programs. 

The same Manzoor who always chooses something beautiful and unique while shopping. Sometimes I get angry that the whole two months have passed. You haven't changed your glasses. Dude, this frame is old. Let's see the new design and let me change my glasses several times a year. There were similar glasses on his eyes that did not come down despite fighting the battle of death. I was thinking while sending Manzoor Jamshed's coffin home. 

What will happen to a mother when she sees the body of her young son who came from the villages to Lahore to get his MA degree but could not complete his master's degree but left for the village with an inescapable fact ie eternal certificate of death Done. I thought hard about death that day too and I thought death was a horrible thing that took a mother away from her most capable son, sister, and younger brother and she did not feel any pity.

For the third time, I remember the death of the last 27th of Ramadan when the body of Aziz Waqas Faiz's cousin (Farooq) arrived at the Islamabad airport from Saudi Arabia via PIA. He was thinking that death did not feel any pity. A man who went to Saudi Arabia for grief and work, was killed in an accident by an Arab (Bedouin) and his innocent children and mother were left stranded but he Became a traveler of another world. 

I was reciting a poem on this painful moment on the way, thinking that one day I would have a conversation with death. I would ask him why do you do this? Needed, but alas, death cannot make a conversation as sinful as mine. I read the funerals of two people today and tomorrow who should have been alive, who were still in dire need in this world, but the thing is that good People are also needed above, so death overwhelms them. 

Mustansir Hussain Tarar, when asked about the death of the host at the Karachi Literary Festival, said, "I think death is against the dignity of man." Yes, death snatches away from the man in an instant all the valuable part of his life in earning. Why this happens requires a dialogue with death and this dialogue may be done by spiritual people. It is not the job of a sinner like me. 

But if I ever get a chance, I will ask why death does not have mercy .... After all this, the only answer that comes to mind is that man is really weak. He should admit that his status is like that of a water bubble about which Mir Taqi Mir had said: Entity is like its own bubble. ”We must judge for ourselves how many times the bubble has time. We will come like water bubbles and break our short life span.