My World
(Sara Faiz)
Again a hectic day is over. Though it is Ramadan but still my focus is my home and family more than my religion. Sorry to Allah G. I know He'll forgive. Before going to bed I checked the lock of the main door and looked at my clean beautifully decorated house. With a sigh of relief I went to my bedroom. I looked at my side, my cute little daughter of two, and next to her my loving husband… My wonderful little world is peacefully resting on my bed. Life is wonderful, isn't it?
I switched on the TV (with a little guilty feeling for its Ramadan) to watch a drama I used to see for the last two years. While changing the channels I came across a news channel. The caption of the news was 'The flood of water or of tears'. I stopped for a while just to see what's happening around. The TV was on mute as usual so that I may not disturb 'my world'. I was just watching the clips of the natural disaster. I saw a little girl resembling to my little daughter. I increased the volume. The little girl was bitterly crying… crying for food and for his lost father… who went back to home when the flood came, to untie his cattle free, but he never returned. I felt so bad that I switched off the TV and lay down to sleep.
At midnight my daughter suddenly moved and then asked for milk in her sleepy voice. I can't see her crying for a minute, that is why I always prepare her feeder before going to bed. I heard her crying again… I get up in a minute to see what happened. She was not on the bed but the voice of crying was still audible. My heart started pondering hard and I looked for my husband, he was not at his place. The light was gone and it was too dark and hot. I got up and looked for my mobile but it was lost. I get down from my bed and to my surprise my room was filled with water. I started calling my husband. I felt 'my world' in great danger. I ran here and there and fell down. My daughter was crying madly now. I got up and rushed towards her… but could not feel her… the only thing I felt was deadly water. I started crying… my tears were mixing in the water. It was becoming darker, hotter and horrible. I started calling 'My Allah G' to save me and 'My world'. I suddenly remembered that little child on the TV. I felt ashamed for being so selfish that I never thought about the people around me. I asked Allah G to give me another chance so I may prove myself to be a helping hand… but I think it was too late. The water has risen to my belt and I was all wet. My daughter was crying even harder. I closed my eyes in a silent prayer. I could hear the approaching death. Suddenly I heard my husband calling me… he was holding me with my shoulders and was calling me again and again…
All of a sudden I opened my eyes… and what I see was my little room… as peaceful as ever. It was a dream. I realized I was watching a night mare… my husband asked me in a worried tone, why I was not listening to the baby who is asking for milk. I give her the feeder and she was peaceful again. I thanked to 'Almighty Allah' for it was just a night mare… but I was happy to see that 'my world' was now extended from six by six feet bed to thousand miles. I left my bed to offer my prayers and then hurried out to prepare Sahri.
Today my speed is far more for I had to cut my wardrobe and my daughter's and husband's to half to send the cloths to the people who are suffering all around. I also have to arrange food and money for them… because I have to prove that I care… I really care… for 'MY WORLD'.
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lovely.
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