Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Late in my circles...

(A biography of an 83 year old woman)

Who am I to complain? Life has its own ways of blessing everyone. Do not take me as an ungrateful person as from life I have nothing to complain of, however with me, life bestowed its bounties upon me only when I reached the last bit of my patience with it. Oh well late in my circles is how it has always been for me.

Maybe it started the day I was bestowed with life upon me as the last child to my parents. But that's beyond my memory of how I felt at that time; so then I guess beginning of it was when my parents barely heard my voice for the first time at an age at which my siblings used to provide my mother with full narratives of their day, but my parents were happy that atleast I talked. I started school, but was a slow learner. So I passed my matriculation much later in life then most of my age mates. Life's fast, but I was too slow to pace with it, yet I console myself in thinking that I wasn't left behind, lagging behind I would say for my benefit is still tolerable.

At my marriageable age, I used to attend my friends weddings hoping that the next one we all gather at would be mine. But that did not happen till the last of my friends got married off. Still I was happy not to die a spinster. I'm sure by now you have a fair idea of what i am talking about. Following that I also got blessed with my first son 10 years after my marriage, and so on. Hence at all the levels of life I continued my struggle and watched all from my circle, gathering their share and moving on, whereas i waited till the end to get in league of people of my circle.

And today at the age of 83, when many of my friends have left this world completing their required objective of life and moved on to the next one, now also as I rest myself from burial ceremony of my second son to die in front of my eyes; I lie here and think with a fearful heart that, what if life treats me like that again? what if I get to die after all of my friends and family have already passed? why cannot life have mercy on me just for once and leave my existence earlier than being the last one to see it all? because only if life had known how it feels to see the seedlings you've raised to wilt in front of you, I'm sure it would have made an exception this once, and how I wish to that I'm not late within my circles for this time...


  1. Verily God is with the patient [The Holy Quran]
    the lady's patience and strength is praiseworthy, Mashallah.

  2. True! she was very patient about it no doubt! may Allah bless her with even more patience!