Fleeting Moments
Aliza Mushtaq
1st year MBBS
Three children, two being twins; a
brother and a sister of age 9 ,and, another aged 5, a very innocent child with
two side pony tails; each of them trying to be the unimpeachable hooligan,
being firmly shaded into the delusion that she has a regular appointment. All
three very far away from the awareness of the thinned and being thinned further
fragile line of the fleeting moments; those little souls are left with, to be
rejoiced with the knowledge of her presence with them. All three firmly put
into the dupe by their father that they are soon going to go back home,
together, and it is nothing but a routine evening family hangout.
Those contented faces, that ignorant
giggling, those haunting chuckles; and only you know out of all them, how much
of this is going to remain by the next four hours. Only you know, you are
entrusted by The Ultimate Power of this universe for the maintenance of that
glee profile; and only in your hands will He be putting that magic wand that
would save the innocence of all three from being faded away, in the distance,
of this shelter-less world; and their shining ignorant eyes, with that
beautiful grin on their faces, haunt you for one last time before leaving for
the theatre; and finally, you muster up all courage of your heart; and request
Him of that magic wand for your fingers to be firm on, and your heart to be
solid as rock, and your nerves to be strong as iron.
Four hours last, the three still
deluded by the warm satisfaction of their biological father, and the sound of
their little toes, running across the lobby, still echoing as the potential
most threat to your kinder heart; and finally, the two-forty minutes of time in
this earth's dimension is over!
You look at her brain tumour, readily
removed, with a pleasing feeling of fulfilment, and place that tumour aside in
a jar of apt solution, and you do this as soothingly, as if you have picked up
all hard luck from a happy domain and have thrown it away from the kindred.
There, you pay humble gratitude to The Driving Force of your lumbricals and
interossei, and rejoice by yourself as if the whole of this world's happiness
has found way to your soul. You acknowledge the soul of this universe
rewarding you with contentment!
Those cheerful titters of all three,
and those reiterating giggles of all three, and those unenlightened glittering
eyes of all three stop haunting you now The earth beneath your surgeon flats
stops shivering, and it seems as if with that magic wand, you have succeeded in
silencing the shakes.
You rejoice with the
victory of binding the thin line of fleeting moments they were left with the
existence of hers. You are left in full awe of the realization that one house
on this earth will continue witnessing young souls being brought up under the
purity of the affection and care of their biological mother. Three children
from one house won't have to make their hearts tough and rough for this world.
Their laughter vibrations are still sensed by your auditory centre; but this
time, after you have worked your level best those four hours, your heart laughs
out with that laughter. You beam inside with the idea of you being His tool for
them to not lose their innocence for the loss of their "one anything and
everything”. An involuntary smile of victory adorns your face as you watch
those kids still under their umbrella of childhood; as you know at the back
end, that this childhood was about to witness the brutal art of putting their
everything beneath this indifferent earth. The Power of this universe lead your
fingers to save those tiny little fingers from this savage torture that could
have imprinted hard on their raw fresh conscience; for life!
YOU
MADE A HOUSE BACK HOME
And your heart sweetly and softly
whispers to you
THE
TREMBLING PIECES OF EARTH ARE BACK IN SHAPE
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