Being Melancholic is a feeling that each person experience at any rate once in their lives. Since life has its stages there are times when it will make you tragic or even discouraged. There are times in life when one feels down and encounters stuff that makes them hopeless. Much the same as bliss however pity doesn’t keep going forever on the grounds that in the long run the satisfaction will return as life shifts stages. Much the same as it isn’t day or night perpetually or Winter or summer always there is no bliss of bitterness that keeps going forever. Everything takes a break. One feels pitiful in the event that they lose something or somebody valuable to them, or if things don’t go how they imagined them or they come up short at something or something different.
Sadness differs from individual to individual; a touchy individual will probably get tragic in light of the fact that their emotions are effectively harmed however it doesn’t imply that the individuals who are not as delicate won’t ever get pitiful. It is a feeling that can totally change what you look like at your general surroundings. Sadness can make you so negative that you can just spotlight on every one of the negatives around you. A few people don’t need others to try and realize that they are experiencing a harsh stage throughout everyday life and these individuals tend to hold every one of their feelings inside which escalates the sentiment since it is eating that individual from within. But at least I can write to feel better.
I knew girl a few months back who was such a lazy, sleepy girly that she used used to sleep all the time. Whenever anyone asked; the answer used to be might be sleeping, she is sleeping, sleeping of course or just about to sleep. But then as her dad passed away everything changed. She lost her dear baba and she was lost in herself. She lost the way she used to sleep, everything changed and all is that she about her baba along the breaths she take. She communicates in the air assuming baba to be with her and listening to her voice and dreadfully even at nights she is unable to sleep. All she does is try to put herself to sleep by calling baba and asking him that Baba
Bohat der ho gai hai, Jia sona chahti hai, Jia ko aak sulaa dein…
Translates: It is too late, Jia wants to sleep coma and put her to sleep.
I miss you a lot baba.
Jia is my pet name..
BY: Fatima Hasan Zaidi
The love of a man is true love, authentic and never ending. A prince of the fairyland baba, nothing on earth is easy without him. His voice whispers in my ears always, I see him being with me when I walk alone, I feel his presence around me. It seems he listens to everything I speak I walk slowly on tarress to come upto his speed. I miss him. His shadow sighs upon me.. A few days back I was afraid to face the darkness but now I fear nothing I find peace in darkness, I find baba there in. The brightest twinkling Star on sky seems as baba shining high above. No one can have the feelings I feel for him, my baba, my star, my everybody.
May Allah bless his soul everywhere everytime as he saved and blessed many babies and lives by his professional skills of being an anesthetists and being a wonderful body and now respecting soul.
# Fatima Hasan Zaidi# ©