Congratulations. We’ve made it this far into 2025. Through pain. Through misery. Being pathetic. Being miserable. Being the scum of the universe. With the same consistent tragedy since 2014.
Yes, there was a breakthrough. In December 2015 that lasted till June 2016. But who shall answer and who should be punished for the sin committed uninterrupted from August 2014 to December 2015?
If I wish to drag you for 17 months to eternal abomination, will you understand that?
Will you get my urge to do that?
Will you relate to the gratification I would taste then?
Will I attain nirvana afterwards?
Will I be God then?
I object.
Yet, I pronounce you all to eternal punishment in the ultimate hellfire. You do get that need of God? When He can burn, and He shall. Why not burn you all forever and ever and ever when He can? What else would He like to do?
Divine Deviations. Like Revelations.
Who shall we hang now? For 2016 to 2025? And how? Hang till death yet death unpermitted and a body jolting by the tight rope forever. And ever. And ever?
God punishing his creation, humans.
All other creations serving humans, being slaughtered in millions everyday.
Then God judging humans on bestowed pain and misery.
Then God deciding the fate on missteps taken during tragic times.
Then…
I object.
Change the subject. God is dead.
No, He isn’t. The one who wasn’t born can’t die.
That’s your creation.
Humans punishing their creation, God.
Hanged. Punished. Buried. Then what? Who shall bring back the decade of alienation? Who should be punished eternally? For whom shall I ignite the fiercest fires of the inferno that I have made in a parallel universe?
You thought I was sitting idle? No. I plan and make heavens. Then I renovate them into purgatories. And then I bestow my final artistry of transforming them into infernos. What else could I do?
To whom this finest inferno may concern. To whom? Imagine your ‘Sabr’ tested by ‘Sabirs’ – relentlessly – for over a decade.
But then, things aren’t beautiful anywhere else too. See your own miserable existence. See the children being butchered. The civilizations being evaporated. The bombs being dropped over cities. The missiles striking hospitals. Ambulances being ambushed. Children dying of AIDS. ICUs of hospitals getting short of beds.
And blood.
Murder. Murders. Mass murders. Genocide. War. Wars. So much blood in streets, on TV screens. Still shortage of blood. Everyone is asking for blood. More blood donation. Need more. Want more. Bleed more. Save more.
Save more? Lives!
Why don’t your patients die in peace? Why don’t you let them go? Why do you cling them back to this life? Is it your selfishness that you want the sick patient to stay in your life? Just because you’ll miss them. Pain of distance. Distant pain. Or is it about the unknown world ahead we all don’t know about.
Oh, you know. You do. You know everything about hereafter. Fine. Then let them go. Let them be free of this body, this world, this misery, this pain, these medicines, these wards, these circus of blood donations. Let them die.
Let your parents die. Let your children die. Let your siblings die too. Why do you raise children clearly knowing that they will suffer. Why don’t you wish them peaceful death at an early age so they may sleep in peace among their toys and colorful dreams?
You won’t. You can’t. Even when you know the ultimate truths of life, you bring and raise children and you love them and hug them and inhale them and bring to them whatever you can only to leave them in the unlivable world afterwards – where these children must transform themselves into evil giants to survive.
Your every decision – in any direction – a misdirection.
Those who die in hospitals suffer more than those who die in a drone attack. Those who get a direct bullet shot in brain suffer far less than those incubated in air-conditioned private room. Twenty instant deaths in bomb blasts have a cumulative less suffering than those who are wounded in the same blast and tend to live for some decades.
We know that. Yet, we ignore that. We choose pain. Intentionally. What we see is all we know. What we don’t see is a horror story of a more painful eternal life. Even with all the beliefs, blind following, no questions and no answers; we have sincere doubts.
With the minimum words and without a book, if I may have made the point about suffering enough – I hope you may suffer. You may suffer in life. And you may suffer in death. Your existence may become unbearable for your own existence.
May you feel trapped in your body.
May you die of the exhale from your own lungs.
May your words wrap your own tongue.
May you wish for death.
May you live forever.
