what if i die ? , why people don’t want to talk about death ? they are afraid of something that look so evident to me , i guess that death is the origin , the non existence is the reality , life is the fraud , and this is why we could not explain it until now .
So let me imagining the image of my death how it would look like ? what will happen ? ,I guess nothing important will happen. after all i’m unknown person , i may look important for some people but after all they will get used to my absence . Actually i think that i’m already absent , that my existence and my disappearing is just the same. I’m absent because i’m an indifferent , selfish person , i’m enclosed in my own world my own problems that in most of case are fake problems . anyway , first at all , if i die without any previous alarm such an illness everybody will get shocked.
my mother will cry she may bat to her knee and slap her face , maybe she will not be able to stand or maybe she will be much more stronger than what i imagine and she may keep silent with her eyes full of tear fixed on the roof or in the unknown . she will be so sad and she will think that i will be punished in hell because i’m not muslim anymore.
my dad will yell to everybody because he will be so confused he will not know what to do than maybe he will cry a little , my little brother may try to calm mom and dad but he will be shaking , my brother in the army will come after they prepared me to go to my final place , he will find me sleeping body so cold with blue lips , lying down on the ground covered in white sheet , i guess he will be angry for no reason he may give a strong biff to the door or the wall and than fall crying next to my dead body.
I think that all preparation, all paperwork and all formality will be doing by family and friends.
after my burial , everything will return to it place again , friends will reach there homes with sadness and maybe a feeling of emptiness , family will feel sympathy with mom and dad , few days later my brother will go back to his work in the army , mom will calm down but her deep feeling of sadness will never gone and especialy because i died us an unbeliever.
Two or three weeks later , every thing will return to normal they will be used to my non existence , life will return as it always was , and i will simply not exist .
An event like death do like tsunami ,like a giant wave which sink an island but after it calm down the island reappear again very calm very clean. but after all the more things change the more it stay the same , life is always life with or without us we lived it or we refused it