“My guitar batch mate passed away this morning. The teachers were told. They told students they were in charge. Everyone pops up and talks about what a pity it is.”

It only ends when you realize that it’s too late to say goodbye. Verbal languages do not mark fate. Imagine you had a tough day. But because you’re in public, you’re forced to keep a straight face. As you’re walking, you see other creatures. Doesn't it bother you that that they might be pretending too?

Isn't it sad to know that you've been judging them? Pushing aside considerations of what they may have gone through just to fulfill your negativity. Next, you wonder why you’re you. You wonder why you feel daggers on your back as you turn.Human nature, that’s what you claim it to be.

Human nature, something that causes you to take things for granted. Something that shoves possibilities of loss away.  Something part of your mind. Part of you. That loves to kick you in the teeth when you least expect it.

Like eating candy when you were a kid even though you’d know you’d soon loose a tooth that’s well, loose. You think that you’d survive another day with that tooth. Until you take the next bite of your candy. That’s when it happens. That’s when it kicks you in the teeth. Both literally and figuratively. That’s when you lose something you took for granted. Your gums start to bleed.

Blood. That can no longer flow in a person’s body. The heart stops pumping. Now imagine watching someone struggling to breathe. Aid is given, but so what? You can say,” We might have another day.” But verbal languages do not mark fate.

Prayers exist, yes. But you cannot take back what God has determined to take away.

-Nur Umaira