It seems so frivolous and hypocritical of me to be writing about heart-wrenching grief when I have been spared from experiencing the kind of pain and sadness that simply becomes enmeshed in your sense of self—a perpetual pain that lingers through life, a pain that even the strongest rays of sunshine can’t blind away; a sadness that is reflected in each blink of your once-twinkling eyes, in each hesitant smile. I have fancy words to describe that grief, but that’s all they are—fancy words, that are hollow, devoid of soul. Because I don’t know and desperately and selfishly pray that I will never know.
All I know is the pain I see piercing through her eyes as she clutches her child tightly, fearful and afraid to let go. Pain, a meaningless word to both of us.
May Allah bestow his mercy on those who have perished and relieve the sufferings of those left behind to pick up the pieces.
You’re right, we know nothing about pain. Ina lillahi wa ina ilayhi raji’un.
May Allah grant all of them His forgiveness and Jannah. Ameen.
Ameen to the dua’s.
May Allah bless the souls of all those affected by the earthquake.