Every night we die for a limited time. As soon as we wake up, we are preoccupied with dreams and nightmares, and death walks with us like a shadow. I’m not a wise man, I am not a mystic, I’m not a proselytiser. I am someone’s father, someone’s husband, someone’s child. I saw my father die, I buried my father. I just want to say that everyone believes that death will happen even if they don’t believe in the Day of Judgment. Wealth and power could not make anyone immortal and none could be the killer of death. Selfish people harm others, but sacrificing will benefit everyone. Let’s wish others well for our own prosperity.

© Mohammed Abdulhaque

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