At 11:30 p.m. yesterday I got the message of my friend with the words of the title of this post. I called him and came to know that a student has died in UET’s hostel named Mumtaz Hall due to a crumbled wall in the washroom. One student died at the spot and another one escaped with leg damage and some major bruises. VC reached at the incidence and kept an eye on the proceedings. Students made protests, until VC assured to form a ‘committee’ to investigate into the matter.
It is with regret of the loss that is to be borne by the family of the deceased that has no compensation what so ever. Tears cannot flow back through eyes, souls cannot be brought back to existence, expectations; aspirations; associations; love; when lost cannot be given back but only if Allah wills. It is with Allah’s blessing that people find their peace. Otherwise many other souls are lost for the search of their loved ones and many others are left unattended. The whole way of living changes for some; attitudes; desires; aims and even relationships change their face. It is like the world you live in is no more. The people you lived with are no more. The moments you enjoyed are no more. It is those hearty laughs that you forget; these are celebrations you then long for. Everything seems to fade away in an emptiness of sorrow and grief. It is like your feet have left the earth and they wander by themselves. The words you hear have no more meanings in them; the eternal sunshine of the sun is like the gloominess of the night. It is in fact a night at day.
All the hustle of life quietens. It is death that you have experienced.
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