“Every individual has their history”

By Shahnaz Hassan

Oh! It is so sad to see the mourning faces of the old people around. Nobody bothers to sit with them or listen to them. The lovely untold stories that turned into mysteries for them now. The fast-moving world, with a quick and short talk of today’s youth, hardly bothers the true feelings, and emotions of one’s beautiful life laughter, joys, and giggles. Thank God, the creator created some thoughtful, serious souls who dare to sit and listen to their heartfelt untold stories unfold.

O! when the mournful face, opens its cracked lips and wrinkled face and lifeless eyes- she started up with twinkling eyes, blush on their cheeks. And with pounding heartbeat they speak- take the thoughtful soul to float with them in their ship of memories. The beautiful mornings, the lovely days, and the memorable nights of their lives. How pretty, chirpy and lovely was that life? The pretty and shiny golden words dwell in their hearts and spread on the floor like the shining streams in a full night moon.

Oh me! Dear me, if only I could live with them, to hear them, to hold their hands with bulging veins, to heal and to soothe their wounded soul.

By Shahnaz Hassan