Insha Bint Bashir

Martrys

We are writing this from the other world. The pleasant and peaceful world! The beauty that’s abundant here is impossible to be described in words. The reception that we enjoyed on our arrival here was very special. Our predecessors received us so warmly. We were astonished to see multitudes of brothers and sisters that have arrived before us, some of them in the same circumstances as ours; others in different situations.

We had never imagined that so many people might have been sent here in such circumstances because in your world, like all others, we were deaf and blind to the realities that we lived in. Yes, we found many others whose mothers are still waiting for them there hoping they would return one day. But they are happily living here with us. More are coming.

Nobody has ever written to you from here before. We asked them, why? They don’t consider you worthy of any communication from this side of the kingdom of Allah. We can see you so clearly from here.

You are crying, wailing and sad. That’s what makes us write this to you. But our companions here are laughing at us. They say: “Being new comer, you haven’t yet realized that you people are carried away in an emotional fit.” That’s always short lived, we were told, and things take a normal shape without learning any lessons in your world sooner than any sane person would imagine.

Honestly, we are grieved but not surprised what you are going through.

Here we have no veils between us and truth. Everything is so clear. Here is no malice, no backbiting, no mockery, and no inhibitions. Just peace: simple and pure peace! Looking back at the world where we lived with you, we’ll make you understand the difference by an example. In your mothers’ womb, you were dwelling in Amniotic fluid.

If one day, you were shown a bucket of that fluid and placenta, and told that this is from which you came, now you will beg: “Oh! No. It stinks, it’s dirty, can’t go back into it. We will suffocate!”

The same way if we are offered a return ticket to your world again with a hundred precious gifts, we will beg: “Oh! No. Please don’t send us there. That world stinks, that’s dirty. Please let us stay here!”

We are never going to tell you what happened to us. We are not going to tell you how many wolves pounced upon us. We are not going to tell you how our mouths were shut. We are not going to tell how we felt when we were being prepared to be sent here.

Alas! You couldn’t listen to our cries. How could you? You are deafened by humdrum of the world. You are so busy. How could you listen to our cries, busy man?

Everybody is talking about us and about the fate, we met. There are many other here whose cases are still “under consideration” there. Please try to get those case settled faster. We are sorry this letter could not be as flowery as we would have written in your world. It’s simply because here: Truth is never camouflaged by hypocrisy!

Rejoicing in the separation from your world!

(A photography enthusiast and an aspiring writer, Insha Bint Bashir is a literature student from South Kashmir’s Islamabad district. She has recently qualified her Class 12) 

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