We can’t change what is predestined but we can still opt for an attitude to handle our emotions on account of our lives being ample with priorities, purpose and meaning
The renowned Kashmiri poet Agha Shahid Ali once wrote that, “Then why let anything remain when whatever we loved turned instantly to stone.”
There comes around so much out of it in this line; so much of darkness, I want to continue outside of, outside of that last sunset and of the Jhelum underneath of which runs their forlorn hope and blood.
The very line will run as a stick full of thrones inside your throat when you witness them craving for their son, Hanan, their Mahraaz, their source of tranquility, who waved them last goodbye in the middle of everything from behind the ugly curtains of Jhelum.
His warmth has not yet turned strange to his mother beneath the quilt neither his father whose weak eye wander silently in search of his lost Mahraaz in the shadows and echoes of boys of his age.
The next story reads that his grandfather has lost his favourite companion. Who would empty my perfume bottles now? His younger uncle often repeats. You too may have comprehended now that every member is looking for the meaning to fill the void that Hanan has left within us.
As we dig deep into the phenomenon of death and separation, we realize that it drops people in the hands of past when in reality the world is living in its present. I mulled over this silently during the hours of wait for the dead innocent body of my little brother on the oblique banks of ugly Jhelum that what is more painful then death is the search of meaning that our deceased beloveds used to add to our days and years.
I caught myself pondering over it again and again that who would now fill this void? Who would now call me with all his esteemed shyness and respect? How would I now enter into the playground and not to see him playing football and cherish his dribbling skills? May Allah’s ultimate patience be with us!
As we know that we run after our priorities, we search for meanings and sufferings are indispensable to these affairs and discoveries; sufferings in search of meaning and loosing the meaning in both the cases are unavoidable. We can’t change what is predestined but we can still opt for an attitude to handle and guide our emotions on account of our lives being ample with priorities, purpose and meaning.
Hanan’s parents may think that their meaning has fell prey to the waters of Jhelum but there are other two brothers that Hanan has left for them to recur all the light of that sunset back into their lives. They may now compare life with death each movement with unfinished agony and dreams irretrievably misplaced but their faithful son has left them with treasures for hereafter.
I think uniformity in case of our moods and stand-points exists nowhere, people differ with time, they learn and struggle to change and move on with their lives but some wounds demand to be unhealed, some things, movements, people claim to be unforgotten. You may blame me for spawning exceptions but anything admirable is as tough to ascertain as it is rare to exist on this earth. Same happens around our lives. We, at times, are left with sufferings and the sad part is that we have to hunt for the meaning in them for our lives for our living beloveds and for the sake of those who left us with those sufferings. We may share the same opinion that because of Hanan, if his parents would come to know how to suffer, they can successfully learn how to live with his other two brothers Faizan and Mehran that is what suffering demands from us to search and find meaning to live.
You are requested to pray for their peace.