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Shaving off loss (Touching Hearts News)

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Death does not solve the problem. Even after death, the problem remains within you. Nothing is eternal in this world or in any other world, for what is eternal is a matter in itself.

As the pitch darkness sowed uneasiness on the surface of the barren heart, I felt the silence slowly settle down taking in all the freshly broken laughter earlier this afternoon. I saw my husband lying down without closing his eyes, his eyelids reluctantly wrapping around the eyeballs that were starting to lose their light. Eyes that every day look softly on the photo displayed on the wall of our bedroom. The photo is a photo of our only child who passed away to the Creator a few years ago.

His passing not only brought his soul and body but half my soul and my husband's soul were taken along by him. From that moment on we forgot what it was like to laugh because we were really celebrating. All the laughter that broke out when there were family gatherings was the cover to cover the deep sadness.

Once I woke up in the middle of the night. Dreams that keep me awake. I dreamt, I walked on a lonely road. There was nobody I met on the street. Not until we get to the end of that road. Only the whirring of the wind blew and the sound of leaves crammed because of the wind. It seems my life has been cursed to be silent. At the end of the road under a tree lay a long chair. I saw an old man sitting there stroking his gray beard. He looked at me and called.

“hai poor woman, stop by for a while.” said the old man while cleaning the surface of the chair next to him.

I recited the old man's request and sat down next to him. Without further ado the old man spoke.

“aku is the key holder of the death gate. Every day I always have the coming of a soul that has lost hope. Those who do not appreciate God's gift. People who beg for death for being too stupid assume. They think that death is the only way out to end the burden of life, when it is not. But I'm happy, because then my age will increase and think I can also help dispel their sadness .”.

“old pack. I don't understand what you're saying. But if you mean I'm a desperate man, then you're right. My spirit of life has been taken away by bad luck a few years ago. My only son was approached by death in a horrible way. Heart's broken. I feel God is not fair” I said.

The old man smiled happily. His wrinkled cheeks are expanding.

“then, now what can I do for you?” ask the old man.

“if you can, I want you to call the angel of the lifethrower, so that this life can be separated from my fragile body”.

Then the old man said “wait for my partner at midnight at your house. He will happily separate your life from your body. So that you can feel free from suffering.”

When midnight came, still in my dream, I dashingly waited for the angel of life to come. I can't wait for this life to be liberated from the body. I want to know what it's like to die, because in this world there's no longer a reason for me to live. But it was almost past midnight, the lifethrower never came. “Why has my wish never been fulfilled? not even my wish to die was granted” I said in silence.

The night after, still in my dream, I waited for the lifemaker again until midnight. But the result is nil, the lifethrower did not come. It seems that God does not think I exist. I am a wasted soul and body.

Then the other night, still in my dream, I prepared myself to die. This time I didn't expect the lifemakers to come. I want to end my own life by hanging my body on a rope I've set up. My intentions are round. I want to die. Isn't it like a man who ended his own life? I read on social media recently that so many young people took their own lives before death took them away. I think I can do the same thing.

I brought my head closer to the rope I had set up, then put my head into the loop of the rope I made. Just as I was about to let go of the footrest on the plastic chair I used as a ladder to reach the hanging rope, the voice of a man behind me stopped my intention. I looked, she shed tears.

“mami, what mom does. Please don't end your life.” Husband says.

“i want to die. I don't want to live anymore. This life is torturing me. Doesn't Papi feel the same way? Doesn't the departure of our son make papi feel dead? Or papi doesn't care about his death?” I said.

“mami, death doesn't solve the problem. Even after death, the problem remains within you. Nothing is eternal in this world or in any other world, for the eternal is a matter in itself, and a matter of my mood after the departure of our son, my heart is also broken just as you feel. So please come here, hug me and stop my mother's intention to commit suicide. I love you mi.”

I tighten my arms. My tears can't be contained either. I kept crying and kept crying. Crying and crying. In between the cries, I heard the sound of someone calling me softly. “Mami. Mommy. wake up.. Why are you crying?” I was confused and asked in my heart “is this a dream? No. gabe. This isn't a dream. This is a reality” I keep tightening my arms in my husband's body. But the sound of the voices became more and more clear, and finally my eyes slowly opened. Then I woke up from my sleep.

“mami is awake? She cried and kept hugging me. Mami must be dreaming.” said my husband who temporarily hugged me.

“iya pi's. But tomorrow can be a story to papi.”

Papi took off his embrace. Then his eyes stared blankly up at the sky of the bed with a smile. It was as if he was thinking of something happy.

“mi. Actually papi was dreaming of meeting with our son.” Said my husband

Hearing that I became impatient.

“continue, in the dream papi see our son where?” my many.

“the story is like this mi, in a dream papi, papi is walking in a beautiful garden. Different types of flowers thrive there. The people in the park were all wearing white clothes and they were all friendly. Every time they meet papi they throw a smile. There was a coolness flowing in that place. I've never seen that place in real life. Then in the middle of the park there was a crowd of people telling stories. Papi continued to observe them from afar. Suddenly one of them stood up and waved at the papi. Papi could not recognize the young man's face because his clothes were all white again after being exposed to the twilight sun that made papi eyes glare. The young man then ran towards the papi. How surprised, when the young man arrived before the eyes of the papi, papi saw the body of our son. It turns out that young man is our son. He smiled happily. He hugged papi. Hugged him tightly. A lot has changed from my son. He is getting taller, the older he is, he said. He counseled papi a lot earlier.”

I can't speak anymore. My mouth was locked, but tears kept flowing through my eyes. The dream of my husband made me feel relieved.

“then, what happened after that pi?” manya curious.

“while we were busy talking suddenly the bell of a luxury building located to the west of the building rang. Our son then said he had to leave. Before leaving he ordered this ‘papa please tell me the same mama don't keep crying over me. Just ikhlaskan. I am here happy with the other children of God. My soul also lives in the bodies of my cousins. So tell me the same mama do not grieve, and now papa must quickly go home, at this time mama is in need of help papa.’ When our son had said that, suddenly papi woke up from a dream and found mama crying in a state of sleep and hugging the body papi” closed my husband.

“thank you pi, for awakening mami from a nightmare.” I said while peeping at my husband's forehead. “Now go to sleep, mommy wants to sleep too!” my continue.

My eyes were quickly closed. The trigger was probably because of hearing the happy dream story from my husband.

On peaceful mornings, the sun turned aside the cold of the morning. The song of the bird accompanied me to greet the beautiful morning. I see my husband still sleeping in his sleep. I didn't wake her, I let her enjoy her rest because I've rarely seen her sleep this late. Then I rushed to the dining room. In the room sat some young men. Those young men were the children of my husband's brother. Yes, they are my nephews. They looked at me and greeted me with a smile. Remembering my son's message in my husband's dream made me as soon as possible find them to hug. I embrace them simultaneously. “you are all my children” I said whispering in their ears.

These nieces of mine cannot replace my son who has returned to the Creator. But their presence in the middle of my little family kept me and my husband quite entertained. When silence tries to take back happiness from us there are always those who brush it off. I'm happy to have them. Although sometimes on the sidelines when I want to close my eyes, the reflection of the memories with my son seems redesigned and I sometimes feel sad. But that's how memories sometimes twist themselves in our memories. Isn't that a memory to be remembered?.

Story by: Eman Jabur

Finishes.

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