Death Doesn’t Ask for Permission
Everyone knocks on your door when they enter; unless it’s a thief then they use a different way. But what 's worse is death, with no previous warning or cracks on the door it takes you. That angel of death is very intelligent. Looking back to a heartbreaking experience I had to endure. I can promise death for sure doesn 't ask for permission. I have come to understand the cycle of life and death, and how one can leave this world unexpectedly. Until this day, I have been constantly reminding myself that life is short and when death knocks on your door, you can’t really call 911 or do anything. Now my thoughts towards death and what happens after I die became more distressing and uncontrollable. I’ve come to …show more content…
She was moaning and screaming “help, my back, I can’t breathe, my back, I can’t move.” Days passed and we found out she was suffering from a liver disease. The symptoms of a dying person were written all over her body. Her legs, hands, and lips were turning purple. We would try to feed her but the food would stay right in her mouth. I would try to lock her eyes with mine, but she would always be staring at the …show more content…
The most important question I asked is “how do I live on even after death.” I used to only think what if Safa dies? I decided to search for my answers. I learned from researching the fact that death is an absolute truth that no one can change. When I found out about that I ran to her and locked my eyes with hers. I was heartbroken I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t even know if she can hear me. I started to repeat our fun moments and hoping she can smile. Suddenly, she slowly moved her finger to a rubber bracelet. I assumed she wanted me to take it. The bracelet said “love”, and that’s when I was drowning with tears. I didn’t want her to leave me. I felt like the world was on my
Everyone knocks on your door when they enter; unless it’s a thief then they use a different way. But what 's worse is death, with no previous warning or cracks on the door it takes you. That angel of death is very intelligent. Looking back to a heartbreaking experience I had to endure. I can promise death for sure doesn 't ask for permission. I have come to understand the cycle of life and death, and how one can leave this world unexpectedly. Until this day, I have been constantly reminding myself that life is short and when death knocks on your door, you can’t really call 911 or do anything. Now my thoughts towards death and what happens after I die became more distressing and uncontrollable. I’ve come to …show more content…
She was moaning and screaming “help, my back, I can’t breathe, my back, I can’t move.” Days passed and we found out she was suffering from a liver disease. The symptoms of a dying person were written all over her body. Her legs, hands, and lips were turning purple. We would try to feed her but the food would stay right in her mouth. I would try to lock her eyes with mine, but she would always be staring at the …show more content…
The most important question I asked is “how do I live on even after death.” I used to only think what if Safa dies? I decided to search for my answers. I learned from researching the fact that death is an absolute truth that no one can change. When I found out about that I ran to her and locked my eyes with hers. I was heartbroken I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t even know if she can hear me. I started to repeat our fun moments and hoping she can smile. Suddenly, she slowly moved her finger to a rubber bracelet. I assumed she wanted me to take it. The bracelet said “love”, and that’s when I was drowning with tears. I didn’t want her to leave me. I felt like the world was on my