Pain

Assalamualaikum and hi there dear creature of earth.

Today's post is kind of emo and a bit dark. I suggest the genre of this post is tragic. Or even agony. Yes, that will do. This is actually a fictional story written by me on a thunderstorm day. I've decided to make it all gloomy and sad as a change of pace. Enjoy reading this emo story! 

18th November 2013

2.58 p.m

It's 4 a.m in the morning when I opened my eyes. I realized that I was crying off my face and still hiccuping while I was half awake. I had a horrible dream. I dreamt of him. The person who changed my life. The person who ruined my family. The person who took our happiness away. But deep down in my heart I knew that it was not entirely his fault. He was under the influence of another person. That person who I loathed and despised the most in this entire world. She was the reason I turned this way. She made me suffered. She broke my family apart. She stole our blissful moments. She married him. He loved her. But he was blind. Blind enough to segregate the right and the wrong. He was bewitched. 

In my dream, everything was hazy and vaguely but I am sure the atmosphere was sunny and cheerful.  I was spending my time with him and my sisters on a ride to the amusement park. We were talking happily over trivial things. He teased me and they joined him. I was irritated and pinched them on their arms. We were together in the vehicle and were laughing and had a great time together. He was a fun loving person, a little mischievious- but so do we. He sometimes takes things too easily and don't really care much over little things. But that was why we loved him. The dream continued to reflect the time when we used to enjoy each other's companion and when he was still loved by us. The old him.

Things were actually going on happily for quite a long time. The problems we faced were just minor problems and no big deals. But people changed. Things were not the same. Humans are weird. "That woman" changed. I've been wondering for a long time, do you ever loved someone to the point of influencing him/ her and brought them down with you? Me neither. I still thought it was amazing that, in fact, there are some people who acted that way in this world. It really is true that this world is no longer a safe place. The end is coming.

Everything in my life changed after that. He tore our hearts apart and left us a lot of scars. He made me this way. They made me have this rotten, darkening heart, patiently waiting to seek revenge against them to avenge my family. They both caused us sorrow and hardship. It was really heartbreaking to watch by your own pair of eyes, the people that you loved deeply were being hurt, they shed a lot of tears, they scarred their hearts, they struggled to live, and then eventually a hollow and empty hole were left inside of them. I watched them silently in hiding, not wanting them to worry about me. I bit my lips and gritted my teeth everytime tears rolled down my cheeks. I tried to understand their pain by devouring all their agony . I heared their conversations. Their regrets. Misery pulled them to the edge of abyss. They were breaking apart. 

This is a tragic love story about a family that lose it's light. It's happiness. It's hope. But I believed in Allah that there will be light for every shadow, a relief for every sorrow and a plan for every tomorrow. I promised myself to mend the broken hearts of these beloved family of mine. I pray to The One and Only Allah s.w.t that he will find the right path and suffer remorse. Why? Because he betrayed us, and we lost him. To us, he was dead. He was my brother. The brother that we used to love.

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This is a fictional short story written by meee and it has absolutely nothing to do with the living or the dead. The idea came from a dream of mine and i thought, why don't I utilize it as a short story. Not to forget the exaggeration and dramatization in the story. I hope you'll enjoy reading this emo post. There'll be a continuation, inshaa Allah. But only if i'm dilligent enough to brainstorm for ideas. 

Thanks for reading!