World Affairs And Beyond

When others depart, the illusion persists,  Death seems a distant tale, for others to enlist.  In this shared belief, many hearts reside,  That mortality is distant, a truth denied. When a soul departs, eyes seek earthly gain,  A misguided pursuit, in loss and in pain.  Yet, the wisdom lies in the quiet breath,  Life's temporary nature, a dance with death. In the face of loss, the common refrain,  "I'll live without you," the heart's silent strain.  As if time stretches in limitless grace,  Forgetting life's brevity, the finite space. The essence of departure, a fierce guide,  Teaching that possessions in life subside.  Not truly ours, nor yours, nor their own,  In the dance with mortality, seeds are sown. Let not death be viewed through a narrow lens,  A reminder intense, as life transcends.  All that we claim, all we hold so dear,  Temporary echoes, in the cosmic sphere. For when others depart, what we truly find,  I

A sad incident at Jinnah College for Women University of Peshawar today, that I came to know of hours ago, has left me quite confused. Death cannot be cheated, we know that, but does that mean we should let the one in pain suffer to the extent of finally dying? A seventeen years old girl Maria Ayub, at Jinnah College for Women, University of Peshawar started suffering which seemed to be a heart attack, early this morning at college, around 7:30am. The students say that they argued with the teachers asking them to take her to the hospital, but the teachers said they were not allowed to leave college without the college principal's permission. The principal was not in college that early. They waited for 30 minutes till the girl breathed her last. Were there no disprin or aspirin tablets? Were there no male members or workers in the office who could drive any of the several vehicles standing there? Could not any female teacher take her to the hospital? I remember living at

Mastering death is an art. There was a point in life when I thought I would keep dying and death would keep hurting. I was not sure about how many deaths I would have to die more till death would not hurt me. Then the more deaths I died, upon each new death, I felt stronger than before. Now at this point in life, I am glad I am almost near to mastering death. To me, death now would just be another thing.  

As "today" is coming to an end, I come back to life and realize that I skipped one whole day in my life. I remained in the realms of sleep; a temporary death for hours and hours. I do not remember anything other than the words, "I am the brother of death", from spending the past many hours in the valley of death.

Death is not "death". We define death as the end. Death of a person, is not the end of his story. There is no such thing as "the end" for him. Death is a new beginning. It is progress. Progression into a higher state of being. One just has to be open to new experiences. --- Sobia Nosheen