Visiting a graveyard is always a profound experience. Thousands of people under earth, that once were able to walk on the same earth. We are deaf to their voices now but once they used to be audible. They had strength to do what they wished to but now they can't even move between concealed walls.
Life is an amazing blessing. The breath, the heartbeat, the movement of your limbs and all parts that I can think of are workable for a single reason. Its spirit. The "Amr" of God. Once you die, the physical world has no meaning for you. You are now what your actions were. People left behind will remember you for your actions; good or bad. Your future life depends on the same. That's it. The day of Justice! The Barzakh!Everything that we can name now, can not be comprehended unless we finally pass the phase ourselves. All these thoughts got me goosebumps as I walked between graves. Moving by, looking at the pictures of those who martyred during the massacre of Shia community of Karachi shattered me. It was just not easy to bring a kid to the world and bring him up, but surviving a lifetime loss, a young son who couldn't even realize his dreams, is even harder. Words can't do justice to the pain. Women who lost their husbands, children who lost their fathers, sisters who yelled at corpses of their beloved brother, all this and much more, flashed in my mind while counting the numerous Shaheed Takhtis. Death is meant to come. Today or tomorrow. But imagine you pick up the phone and get to know your loved one is no more? All of a sudden murdered for no reason! This thought devastated me. Patience is a blessing of God, I realized. May patience be granted to those who lost their child, their brother or sister, husband or wife. May life be gentle with them in future. May the hands committed this brutal act of killing innocents reap what they have sown. May the world be filled with peace. May we find a reason to live before we die.
