Twilight of Life heralds the dawn of Eternity

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A teacher at our department passed away yesterday. She taught me for three years and I still can't believe that she is no more.

This is how certainly uncertain life is. She was supposed to teach us some courses this semester but she herself never knew that she would never be given an opportunity to join the department this semester. She had been ill for the past six months and cancer was diagnosed when it was in its last stage. And yesterday, she departed.

Another death that I came to know about yesterday was that of a young man of twenty-six. He died in a car accident. The only person who supported his family along with his brother's family.

And yesterday only, Dr I.S. was talking about death in his class while teaching 'Wuthering Heights'.

Death always reminds me of what Iqbal thought of it:

"Maut ko samjhain hain ghaafil ikhtataam-e-zindagi
Hai ye shaam-e-zindagi, subh-e-dawam-e-zindagi"

Death does not put an end to life. It's simply Allah's way of giving a new Life to our lives.

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Anonymous said…
Death is freedom, a sufi says. I wonder how much our past intellectual observed and reflected. They're so succesful in decoding God and revelation from the nature. That same sufi gives example of a fruit which is fully riped. Isn't death like becoming ripe? And when the cycle is completed, if the cycle is completed, there is only left, freedom.
What do you think?
8:17 PM
Naeema Akram-Jehanzeb said…
Yes, I agree. Although in the present times Death is hardly considered to be freedom... One has to attain spiritual ripeness before one can give Death that status. But as they say,

Bisyaar safar bayad ta pukhtay shavad khaami

It takes great amount of time and great pains...
7:08 PM
Anonymous said…
Strenous Job,,, it is....! But what a fine equation, I wonder...
9:54 PM
Naeema Akram-Jehanzeb said…
yeh tou hai...
1:57 AM
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