Humanity

I looked at the mirror. What had I become? All the tears of fury and frustration had left me with a pale and bloodless face. My eyes had lost their sparkle. My body felt weightless. Vengeance destroys you. It creates a hole in your heart. It makes you feel lost in a world of nothingness. You don't even realize how far have you come. I lost my everything just because of revenge. Agony and pain make one strong and tough. I thought the same until the war. People were dying and screaming. Their voices were like knives stabbing me. Why did the war take place? 

‌ People lived for long. Medicines and vaccines made everyone immune. 

‌ In the environment of hatred, people began to kill for life. Life was now glued with a pricetag. The rich got to live and poor got to have peace by leaving this awful world.

‌No one cared for me. All I had was a picture of my parents. My hands were rough, full of scars and cuts. I was not always like this, I feared people. I was even afraid of the sight of killing. Time and experience are great teachers. They build you like bricks, unbreakable, and break you like glass, brittle. And all you are left with is a story. A story to tell.

One day, maybe, just maybe, we will change. All these stories will change you. You, yes you, think for a moment. Do what are you doing for a change, not because you want your story to be written on an endless page. And I jumped from the steep cliff, I knew I would perish but the good thing is that I'll not make anyone sad, I have no one. No one will sob when I am no more. As I was falling down, the air whispered in my ears, "You are the first droplet of a rising storm. Your loss will be grieved by everyone because there is a reason all of us are made. The loss of a human because a human is a loss of humanity and that is the loss of everything." 

‌We are made to live and love, not to kill and mourn. 

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