Wednesday, April 20, 2011 Fizza Mobasher 5 Comments Category :

If man were immortal he could be perfectly sure of seeing the day when everything in which he had trusted should betray his trust, and, in short, of coming eventually to hopeless misery.  He would break down, at last, as every good fortune, as every dynasty, as every civilization does.  In place of this we have death.  ~Charles Sanders Peirce


I was passing our hospital's ER when I saw...

A man holding tightly to a relative, crying his heart out. Sobbing, weeping. Clutching for some hope; some warmth; some life, to compensate the one that had been lost.

Everyone was walking past, carefree of his sorrows or rather too caring for their own. The cars drove. The passers-by walked.

And he stood there, clutching and weeping.
Over death.

And though I felt a strong urge to hug or console him in some way, I too like everyone else, walked on.
Too carefree of his sorrow? Or too caring of my own?



  1. Time and again, you'll learn that you can't enfold the world and its sorrows in your heart. That sometimes- callous though it may seem- all you can do is look, and move on.

  2. Very different from your usual style, Fiza. I guess hospital work is taking its toll on us, huh? And with everything that we learn,the burden of shared(and unshared) grief piles on...

  3. @Mushal yes you're very right... the realisation of that fact really hits hard, that times will come when can do... absolutely nothing.. :/

    @aysha yup...
    @Faiza yeah man :s