Directly after the class ended today, 540pm, I rushed back to my room and switched on my laptop. My parents were eagerly waiting, looking forward to see me, virtually. My mom was happy to see her daughter is in fit-shaped, no pale face with a warm-brace-smile. Qaseh (my neighbor) and Aiman (my cousin) were there too, sitting on my dad’s lappy, keep on waving their hands mumbling “hye kak ija”, “bye”.. and interrupting our conversation. They are cute, as always, how I which I could hold them right now….
The conversation went on and on, basically reminding me, of study hard to conquer the exam. To inspire me, to re-projecting ideas on my mind and to express their love. Well, parents did that all the time. They are caring, super caring. The duration was about 1-1.5 hours, before I ended the call.
Few hours later, I was on skype with Muna, and she did ask me “ Sha told me, there was a suicide case in your CAMPUS, it is so?…”
Yes, and no. A local Indian body was found not exactly in the campus but in the Boy’s Hostel 3 days after the estimated time of death. But to be honest I don’t know the exact reason, that poking hard, causing the poor boy to put an end of his life, and I do feel bad talking about it, either. But, in real life, I know coincidence didn’t exist. I bet everything happens with a concrete reason, that sometimes beyond our capabilities to think about, to investigate or to dig deeper to the root of the sources.
I bet most of us had watched 3 Idiots, do you guys see how hardworking and dedicated the students were?. They were trying hard enough to master everything from A to Z, mainly because the burden of improving the economic status of their family. Well, that’s maybe 1 point I can think of right now. And when things didn’t come in their expecting way, they were so disappointed that they thought the button ‘HOPE’ is switched off, forever.
I put a status regarding this on my Facebook. Somehow, under the greatest pressure, people tend to lose control. People are unable to judge properly, they didn’t know why things get twisted or turned haywire, or how steep the fall. They only interested to see a way out of the pain, alive-or dead. And tragedy is about to strike… I was captivated with Afiqah’s comment. She had made a distinct point,
Remind the people that they are loved, and worth living. I know it is not exactly the words she had put in, but the message is clear. Clouded with emotional-engaging problems, this people need to be told they are loved! They are worth having. They are smart. They have others a place to rely on. They are not a cluster of negative figures she/he imagined of. And most important in every disease, there are cures. Even if it didn’t work, magic will take over. Who is more powerful than God? No one. That’s divine love.
Simply because word fails, the circumstances were standing on the wrong side. After reflect upon what happened in my area, I do think people should say it (‘Love’ ) loudly, or show it to the person you’re really care of. However, I’m not promoting any “lovey-dovey” message here, you could be helpless romantic in your very own ways, and I know people are smart to distinguish the ‘LOVE’ I’m talking about (there are many types of love anyway) BUt, my intention is to stress on a point that ;
Words could save, or kill.
- Say it, Show it, before it’s too late-