Saturday, December 03, 2005

Reality Hurts

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
اللهم صل على سيدنا محمد وعلى آله وصحبه وسلم
Reality Hurts
by Nadia Hanim AbdurRahman
He knows that he must go on. Ceasing his journey is a suicide. He is in the middle of the desert; alone, thirsty and weak. The scotching heat is burning him, finding its way deeper into his flesh and skin. He is not thinking of anything. Maybe the brain is melting away inside that head of his. Sheer moment awaits. Its either the heat-stroke or the dehydration. Both will eventually end his life. He will not let himself be pulled to the ground. He doesnt want to be seen falling down helplessly. Dragging each step, he perseveres not wanting to give up to death. Almost collapsing but he sees the oasis. Its only few metres away. Hope of survival crosses his mind.
He knows that he must go on. The oasis is only an armstretch away. He is now already on all fours. He doesnt really mind collapsing to the ground while drowning his head in the water. This time he is not alone. There is somebodyelse near him. He doesnt care the least and digs his head through the oasis further in. The water's taste like sand. No liquid quenches his extreme thirst. His head remains hot and dry and so is his throat. Reality weakens his already weak self. the oasis proves to be only a mirage and the somebodyelse with him is death himself. That hurts. How sad. Giving up, he surrenders himself hopelessly.
He is dead but I know that I must go on...