Memories of Misery (Part I)

My grandmother was a staunch and strong believer who never believed anything could happen without the permit of God. When we were young, we would sit beside her while she told us many in-depth moralizing stories of the virtuous from the Scripture and famous fables.  As she would say, “this world is a journey for every soul to voyage. In anything you do, make sure you maintain perfect relationship with your Lord. He has your return.” We would listen with absolute earnestness while our hands were folded at the axis of our chest like someone engulfed by night wintriness, and our eye balls widely fixed on her lips as we sipped from her stream of religious and morality-coated wisdom.

We would maintain absolute silence and decorum under the heart-warming tutelage of moonlight. These legacies laid by her are what I built my faith and trust in God upon. And since I had grown up to see the world as a dungeon for the pious and an abode of luxury for  the cohorts of fiend, I always  assumed everything that happened to me as part of my destiny which had come to stay in the diary of my memory.

Before We Say Goodbye: A Memory Note For Travellers At The Juncture Of Departure

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Sometimes, when itinerant journeyers reach the crossroad of departure and nostalgia tours them through the lane of memories they have perhaps proudly shared with people they never knew before, but brought together by train of life, they feel the unusual urge of re-claiming those indelible moments on the field where they were lost. But the expedient need to depart is a must, since men are like water. We meet like rivers at a confluence with remnants of touches that remain when we are gone on separate paths. Who are we- innocent slaves of time; travellers at the end station- not to accept what already written in the book of destiny, as we drop the baton of this race and take another phase in the chapter of life?

  

I feel so honoured to address you great men of good characters I may not have the second chance of meeting in the future whether as individuals or group, as we reach our station of departure to chase another destiny and mount the ladder of another stage of life. I feel so humbled, not only because I am an active member of this wonderful Class which I’ll always be and proud to warble its anthem with pure conscience of kindred spirit and high sense of belonging, but also due to the fact that I belong to the best ever class, PANACHE ‘14- the class of fecund minds and people of high repute; the class of readers, leaders that raised my voice and shaped my philosophical perspective of the world; the class of history!