Sunday 1 February 2009

Our Tragedy

The voices outside continue out loud in their misery and pain. Conflicts of thoughts, opinions, things that should have been done, things that were not done, and what must now be done. Each soul is living a pain of their own, and yet not coming together to fight it together and heal each other. Striking out in their solitary ache, failing to see how everyone else is breaking too...

They look old and tired. That other day their eyes were so bright, so proud, shining with pride and love. Now its all pain again. They love him but are not dealing with it as they could have, should have. Perhaps they are doing their best?

He has always been loud and opinionated. He barks, not always bites. But in anger must we bring down another, because they did not agree with us?

She has always been meek and worried about what 'they' will say. Her timing is always off, her heart is in the right place, and she hurts because she is a mother. Her sons pain will always come first.

The little eyes of the younger souls are lost and wondering about what is happening and fail to comprehend why. They loved her so much, she loved them too. Then why is all this happening now?

She was a beautiful soul. Her eyes sparkled when she saw him and tenderly kissed him when he came back home from work. For him she left behind a completely different life to settle for lesser. She was warm and all encompassing of his entire family. Then one day he lied to her. She found out about some more untimely lies. The sparkle in her eyes died so fast, it just busted, and much to my pain, I saw it all as it transpired. I saw the onslaught of tears, and sat through the why's when she had no one else to turn to. She packed up and left.

I saw him die a little. I saw him beg and cry pitifully. I saw him trying the best he could to change. Did he truly though? Only Allah knows best. He struggled to bring her back. He struggled to bring back the smiles lost of all around him. The only thing that has been a constant ever since, has been the bickering, the reflex of attacking when in pain... One to the other, them to another...

I close my ears and I pray. I shut my heart out and squeeze my eyes to not shed the tears throbbing to flood out. My mind wants to scream, but I hold it in check. Block it even. I love each and every one of them.

All I can helplessly do, is pray. If for nothing else, then for a peace to take over everyone, and for them to calm down and not loose out on the happiness of today, and those who are still alive and around. To allow the tragedy of yesterday to rest in peace; grant her the freedom she seeks and move on... The constant blows and ego wars will only invite pain to fester the wounds into a life time of hatred.

I wish and pray they let it go already. Let the caged birds re-grow their wings - unclipped this time around - and fly again, to where ever it is that life will take them...

InshAllah... Ameen.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

iA they will both move past this and the hurt. Some things aren't meant to be no matter how much we want them.

Hayaah said...

It isnt meant to be is something all have accepted I gess... Its the ensuing hell thats transpiring in the course of its demise that isnt being finalised soon enough thats a battle of almost everyday... Time will heal iA...