Every morning, I open my eyes in my
room at the crack of dawn, cheek to cheek with a painful off-white rigid pillow.
My eyes are fixed on the laptop screen; checking most local and International
news websites; scrolling down obituaries for a familiar name, a family member or
a friend, an acquaintance or a loved one, a silly nerd or even a hated jerk! It
became an amusing yet very awkward habit to check the deceased. You get to know
lots of things about the dead. “Dazzling beauty whose astonishing life thrilled
and appalled both high society and her cat Dingo”, “Painter and sculptor who
stole Jawad Al Assadi from Um Abdullah but hated being known as his wife”. “Ahmad Numani passed away peacefully on the 22nd of January 2011,
aged 95 years. His grandsons and daughters are deeply shocked for his early
unexpected death.” “Lebanese Composer whose symphonies were very popular for
the late Iraqi regime.” “Fearless reporter and an ex-eye witness for Al-Arabiyya
Network who covered the Syrian Revolution in Homs killed before earning his
first legal salary.” “The kindest man in wrestling entertainment who tragically
ended his life after slaughtering his wife and 9 year-old kid, The Goblin, was
found dead in the patio of his California mansion.” “A Lebanese nationalist
so-called historian who re-wrote history based on ‘I told you so and that’s the
bottom line’ died after a struggle with the disease we never mention its name.”
“Oud player who lived on his father’s fame and connections was killed
tragically by a man whore.” “She never knew how to act; she never knew how to
dance; she never even knew how to walk; she’s Lebanon’s number one mega star.
The Country is morning her as well as her 2000 facebook fans.” And on and on
and on…
I know death has million several doors, but each &
everyone of them is like a fuckin' poisonous knife stabbed in the heart &
twisted several times until the end of time. I vaguely remember My Aunt, last
time I saw her I was 6! Verse, Fame, and Beauty are intense indeed, But Death yet
still intenser - Death is Life's high meed.
I’m not afraid of death but when it comes I’d better be as
far as I could ever be.
