As I drove home from school today I visualized my self giving my condolences to a person who has lost a loved one. I then visualized that person responding "It's life, man.".
I sat on that for a good moment. It's life. How interesting. In my head, this imaginary person had no idea of that gravity of what he just said... just as everyone else who say's this phrase does. Amazing isn't it? That we unknowingly refer to death as life.
Later, when i was at the masjid prior to the funeral all those old feelings of when my dad passed came right back. It was unbelievably erie, the faces, the smells, the scenario, even the season... in just 5 days it will be 6 years for my father's passing.
We made our way to the graveyard after saying prayers at the masjid. The deep sadness throughout the faces had me shook. Then I thought about a line from a song... "They say new life makes loosing life easier to understand." Just as that played in my head a gentleman walked passed me with his baby daughter.
It was an interesting day to say the least, I'll leave you with a poem talking about what else, but death.
DIE BEFORE YOU DIE
Ironic, but one of the most intimate acts
of our body is
death.
So beautiful appeared my death – knowing who then I would kiss,
I died a thousand times before I died.
“Die before you die,” said the Prophet
Muhammad.
Have wings that feared ever
touched the Sun?
I was born when all I once
feared – I could
love.
