Vocal Silence

He passed away on 10 th Sept’ 17, 18 th of Zilhajj. So silently. I got a message of his demise but I hadn’t checked it till the fall of dusk when I put my head on the pillow to rest. I had not anticipated it. Never anticipated it. That was the day to be merry. I had to get up after a brief rest and get dressed for an engagement celebration. I was restless that day. Uncomfortable. But I had not anticipated that message. It was a significant day for me, 18 th of Zilhajj, the death anniversary of Hazrat Usman Ghani R.A. I was lying on the bed recalling the love of the Prophet P.B.U.H for H.Usman Zun-Nurain telling myself that I will offer two rakaat as esaal-e-sawaab for him as soon as I get up. But then I got the message and I could not sleep. I lied there with tears running down my cheeks, and even as they dried up on my face I still stood frozen on the threshold of a new world where Maqbool Sahab had stopped existing. I have heard he had grown extremely frail before his death. ...

                                "There isn't anything romantic about death." Death. The ever-looming noose just around your neck, just awaiting the right time to tighten around you. Death is an unrelenting monster. You may escape the clutches of love but you can never beguile death. W e seek love, death seeks us. Sometimes, your parents would fail to make sense out of your tragedies and theirs, but that does not mean tragedies are senseless and in your grievous moments, never think life is meaningless. Its upon us to make sense out of the tangled loom of thread. Pass the thread through the nook of the needle, and sew your own stories on the complicated web of time. Never for the briefest second, undermine the importance of your existence for you exist for a reason and that reason is not "to be shunned." If your elders ever give you that reason tell them no actor steps onto the stage without a role an...