Step aside angel! I was just torn apart rib by rib by a mob and now I don’t intend to wait in a queue. I am here and I can’t go back so please let me talk at this heavenly door I wish I wouldn’t have seen. No, not for paradise. I don’t want that. I am here to plea. To talk to the Lord.
My Lord!
You know I was shopping for my children. My four children. One child takes nine months… you know that already. The youngest one is very young. The eldest one… pardon me but she is very young too. No one is mature enough to earn. And feed themselves. The bellies. Small bellies. You know these bellies burn with fire when they are empty for days? We fear that fire more than the promised one, my Lord!
I’m here to talk. My God! We have talked before. I remember. But now I won’t leave until I get the surety of my children to be taken care of.
No. I don’t intend to intend. I have seen countless children dead in rubbles. Crushed under their own homes. Hundreds of them are lifeless in ICUs. With pipes and drips going inside their tiny bodies and their lives drop by drop. Minute by…
I’m not here for heaven. I don’t want virgins or wine. I don’t even need all this. I just want security. I want one memorandum of understanding. One on one. And then you can drag me to wherever You wish.
Who is he staring at me?
“He’s the one who killed you, awaiting his entrance to the heaven.”
Standing on the door, he thought, even after death, he was at the wrong door. Again.
And then the heavenly door creaked with a thump…
ALL RISE! IN THE NAME OF…