23 Jun 2007
An angel was falling from the sky. I know his name but I don’t want to tell. Little children stopped playing in the streets and ran home. Mothers stopped cooking meals for the family and just stared at the skies and the falling angel. Everyone froze in their tracks and watched him fall from the heavens. Everyone was certain he would die. But isn’t death a knife that is cutting our lives bit by bit? Death is for everyone. We are sitting on branches of trees and these branches are gradually falling; even the strongest branches have to fall at some point. This angel was granted life and he fell right in my arms and let a loud sigh escape his mouth. We both began to share our regret. We both talked about our life experiences and how they have made us into who we are today. We began to shed tears and spoke about our fears. We got lost along the way; he got too caught up in their web of lies. But we were guided by the light again and almost got blinded by it. We held hands, claimed forever and we were whole again.zaza at 10:21 pm
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at June 24, 2007
said... Beautifully written..quite touching & painful at the same time!
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at June 24, 2007
said...
....actually angels dont fall from the sky, they decend from heaven.
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at June 24, 2007
zaza said... indeed, but this one did.
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at June 25, 2007
Omar said...
Death is my shadow. Quietly stalking me, I never know when the scythe will reap my soul. Imam Ghazzali once described death as a lion that is stalking us, we spend our lives trying to hide in tall reeds, which are slowly cut down by night and day, as death catches our scent and we are about to meet our master, we lose ourselves in sin instead of praising our lord. Allah guide us to your true path...or we shall surely be lead astray.
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at June 25, 2007
zaza said...
Omar bhai, thanks so much for dropping by and what you said is true. death is just around the corner. We are getting lots of lectures lately :) hope all is well.