i knew this was the momentA Story by Muhammad Qasim For a school competition Deep down, i knew this was the moment; the one I have been
waiting for, for all this time. I glared to my left followed by the gaze to my
right, it was empty, no being, no machine; along me, I was all alone. I stared
ahead, my eyes wide awake, in the heavenly light; there it was, right in front
of me, I was sure that this was the moment. It was within my grasp, a few steps
away, my mouth dripping wet from the luxurious dreams. That very moment, when I couldn’t move, was unable to step
forward, I noticed those numerous hands bleeding yet holding down my legs,
those very hands I stepped on, to acquire the position I was at, it was a
gruesome sight. My eyes peeking behind, on the owners of those hands, all
crying tears of blood and pain, sorrow and nothing more, their eyes filled with
the fire of revenge; the ones that once only exhibited love. I jolted my leg at the left, slipping free of all those
earthly ties, faces of my loved ones disappearing; but I pressed forward; their
memories fading as I planted my foot. I bolted the other; dragging their hands,
unable to break free, their memories sticking along, a total of five: now four.
My once radiant eyeballs, gone dull, filled with never ending tears, as they
came down my cheeks. I moved then dragged my feet, another step forward, now
down to two. My dull face grinning, I was literally laughing as my tears
of sadness seemed like those collateral of joy! Just there, two more and it
will all be finished. I surveyed behind one last time, All those faces filled
with animosity: towards me. Another step forward, my evil laugh widening my now
dead eyes, just one memory left, one life hanging on that one step. I was over
everything, every earthly desire, all worldly love. I took that step; I was
there on that spot, under the light, on the context of all the rest. It was the
end, it was the moment. As I placed my hand on that button, what a friend said long
ago, adhered my mind “Death comes to all, but only the Almighty decides when
that is” I took my hand off and looked ahead, it wasn't animosity but
it was sadness for what I was about to do, it changed to amnesty before I could
blink. It was not my time I thought as all the people now were rescued and I
was surrounded by the righteous ones believing in the justice system of our
community. “It was not my time” I thought “as heaven slipped away from my
hands, I lost then and there the title of martyr that I so wanted.” My hands
taken by those law enforcers as my hands tied behind me, I looked up at that
face, that face of my friend who saved my life with what he said without even
knowing it, he smiled at that moment and said “Fighting off your evil desires are in itself a jihad;
one that you just won.” I smiled in
gratitude, more than I could express in words. I was alive. © 2013 Muhammad QasimAuthor's Note
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