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Saif AL Shamisi
ELS 220/Section 3/ stahl
Death revives the heart
My friend Ahmad used to be in the hospital all the time because he has problems with his heart. He couldn’t catch up with the school. Also, I wanted to be with him all the time to stay with him. When we are together, I feel like the time doesn’t move anymore. So, I offered to teach him. It was only an excuse because mom didn’t allow me to stay with him and I didn’t like to study but I did it for his sake. . I was 13 years old when he died, I felt like nobody needs my help anymore. Every time I study I feel like it’s a tormenter because I remember our memories together. I lost my best childhood friend and that day was the beginning of my nightmares about death.
It was a usual summer day and the sun was in the middle of the sky. There were no clouds and the wind was dancing with sands. As I sat on my bed next to the window, I heard someone knocking my door. The knock was as gentle as if he was knocking on something breakable. I opened the door. It was my friend Ahmed. He smiled like a child smile when opening a gift in the Christmas. He was shorter than me, but a titan in my heart. His huge dark brown eyes were the same color as chocolate, and his hair black as a black diamond. He said, “Saif, let’s go.” I said” I’m ready.” We were going to the airport because Ahmed is going to the US for heart surgery. We were talking all the way to the airport, and suddenly he stopped talking, and I could tell he was thinking . We arrived to the airport. I walked toward him and my heart was torn because he leaves me, but I smiled for him. I said to him “It’s you who I don’t want to lose. I’ll be here and waiting for you to come back. We have a bond which is stronger than any distance, even if we’re far apart, even if we won’t be able to keep in touch as often as we’d like. I’ll think about you always because this isn’t goodbye. We will meet again.” He smiled and he handed a gift to me. He said” I hope that you like it. It is for your allergy.” It was a pair of sunglasses. The allergy is casing pain in my eyes and bad headache. After that, he left me behind and into a mysterious fate.
Two months later, it was a cold rainy day.The sky was crying. Something wrong had happened. I was in my mother’s room and she was helping me with homework. The weather was gloomy but in her room, there was warmth. The phone rang; she answered. After a while, Mom stopped talking and looked at me. Her eyes were full of desperation and compassion. She ended the call and said,“Saif, I have to talk with you. Ahmed died in the surgery.” I didn’t have any words. I couldn’t make a single sound . Hope failed and my words faded before I could pronounce them. I ran out into the rainy weather. I hoped that it was a dream and the rain makes me wake up but it wasn’t. I was scared but I didn’t know by what. Was I scared by death or reality or from the people who says to me “sorry for your loss.” I was barely breathing, my legs wouldn’t move anymore, and my vision wasn’t clear because of my tears. I stopped for seconds to think about my situation now and said,“Will this rain ever stop, I wonder? It’s been so cold. Why does this rain choose to fall on me? “I started screaming and crying. My soul cried out for Ahmed.
Since I was a child, I didn’t believe in fairy tales, but for the first time in my life. I wished that if there was shooting star to wish that he didn’t die. I hide from the rain and I started to think about death and life. I didn’t understand why death chose my friend Ahmed. I looked for answers but I couldn’t find any. I thought of my Mom, she always has an answer for my questions. While I was walking to house, I promised myself that I won’t have any friends again. I will lock my heart and throw the key in Ahmed’s grave. I didn’t want to feel that same pain again. I arrived at my house. I Shake and frozen from the rain and cold wind. My mom saw me from the window and she brought a towel and clothes. My mom hugged me and she said,”It is life and humans can’t live forever.” I told Mom that I don’t need friends. She laughed and said, “Nobody can live alone in this world. I know it is hard to lose someone important to you but you can’t lock your heart.You must accept that you will be fine. Life isn’t fair however; it is beautiful with the people who we love.” She asked me,”Do you wish if you didn’t know Ahmed?” I said, “No” She said” if you locked your heart dear, you won’t feel pain but you will lose too many people. People that maybewho will be friends just like Ahmed.” I believed in my mom words because I felt wisdom in her words.She always helped and her advivers were always right.
Aweek after Ahmed’s funeral, his mom came to my house to bring a letter that Ahmad wrote it for me. I was scared to read it. His mother told me that this letter was the last thing he wrote in his life. Ahmed wrote “I’ve know you better than anyone else in your entire life. I give God my thanks for meeting you. Now; I’m overflowing with these emotions. Somehow I can’t put it into words. My beloved friend you’re my light”. My tears started to fall like a night full of falling stars. My mom said“Be strong and stop crying for your friend sake.” I looked at Mom’s eyes and said”these are joy tears because he remembered me before he died.” My mom hugged me. We didn’t say a word because there are moments that don’t need words.
A friend is someone who can't live without you, even if you can bewithout him or her. Someone will think of you when you’re far away. Someone who’ll listen until you’re finish talking. Someone who puts himself in your place when you’re afraid. Someone you can trust blindly. In the past, I believed that love tears you apart more than a battle wound. Losing someone important to you is the hardest experience in your whole life. I had to move on in my life because I cannot live forever in the ruins of the past. Life goes on, and life is a mix of emotions and hardships. I learned it in the hard way but it is a valuable lesson. On the other hand, I cannot forget Ahmed because every time I see the rain, I feel a strange emotion, a mix between sadness and happiness for my friend. Sad because I remember that night when I lost him and happy because I know I got through it and you will be in my heart forever. It’s true that people die; however, they can live forever in your heart if you let them. The human heart is a big field and people are the special flowers and that what makes this field so beautiful.
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