A Journey through the valley of death
Sleep is such a beautiful asset. It gives us courage to dream for free
Sofi Nasir
Someone has rightly said, “Attention is the beginning of devotion. Stars don’t beg the world for attention; their beauty forces us to look up”. The mother of all the skills is to learn the art of paying attention. The moment one gives attention to anything, even the imperfections of the wall become mysterious, awesome and magnificent images. But on the other hand in a noisy and disruptive era, no one owes you their attention.
While taking a stroll down the road in an utter darkness, I was focusing over the ever ending atrocities being committed by known and unknown persons. Cloudy sky, the winds, the utter darkness, thundering and lightening made me sleepy. I went to bed, closed the windows of my room, put the lights off and immediately covered my blanket over my head. Clouds started to roar, lightening flashed, and my dark room lit up forced my body to shudder inside the blanket. It was the sky that turned gruesome. It started raining. The rain was hitting the roof of my house making the pitter-patter sounds. The rain was hitting the glass of the windows, making it cool and the attempt of rain drops to get inside was thwarted by the glass.
All of a sudden I appeared in an old hut. When I came out of the old hut, I seemed to be inside the core of dense forest. Talking of silence, I saw an old fragile lady frozen in quagmire of thoughts forcibly removing me out of the hut because there always was the threat of many creatures.
While I could budge my tread, it was a curvy path, an evening appearing, and horrific darkness through the big rocks surrounded by old lichens. Falling and falling, the spines of the contumelious road jabbing through the shoe to my feet twinge me deep and making my way a little bit difficult and wearying.
As I am moving through the Jungle, suddenly espied a dreadful scene of a wild animal, unaware of my presence, let his prey to defeat and his dreadful teeth making disturbing sounds while tearing the meat of defeated animal. I lost by hope and tip toed out of the scene.
Alone in the jungle, the haunted souls, dreadful evening, fogy atmosphere, dark clouds and echo of the terrifying winds broke my limbs and I fell down hopeless. While again, I could budge my tread, suddenly an earthquake of enormity disturbed the thread of my thoughts; for a moment I felt numb making me in a state of inquietude.
I decided to save myself under a tree, but there is still a feeling of microseism. The Jungle vibrated in a terrifying manner. Feeling of forlorn and trepidation glazed my face. My ways perplexing…!!!
While finding an alternate path, I turn to be slippery through the slopes and faced a number of injuries all over the body. While encountering this, I got a spark of hope to espy a village or people ahead or a place I can save myself. The low visibility of the path made my journey tough.
Encountering the scenario, suddenly a stream flooded off disconnecting the way I am having hope of espying safety. This scenario was killing; the jungle, dark evening, fogy atmosphere, the haunting breeze, the dreadful colour of water and stream producing rumbling noises making me in a state of trauma, my ways perplexing and again I left the scenario unachieved.
Walking on open foot, I lost my shoe and the spines and rocks of the road sucking my blood leaving a history that I have been bathed in the jungle. My eyes tearing and I was crying, “Help, help, anyone help me please”. There was only one reply, the echo of my crying sound, “Help”.
I learned that the jungle is itself being bored of sucking blood of humans who turn towards this horrific jungle. The scene dominated me; the way is going to kill me at the last end where no one will be able to smell my dead body.
While encountering the dreadful scenes, adrenaline at its max, my body shivering, lips turned blue, tears rolling down the eyes and I lost control over regulation. This nasty situation created a havoc of my inner world. The path turned totally dark and the fear of haunted souls, wild animals, earthquake and the flooding of stream splintering my hope. Pleading Almighty to provide a way out of this blood bathing Jungle but there was of course no reply from His side because I have never turned to Him in happiness, I always take His path forgotten and remained deviated.
The silent breeze, close trees, caves; creepers on the big trees like a dense graveyard aid the fear. In every second I was ready that some wild will just come out and encounter me badly. The fear inside me remained alive. The dense forest encountered me deeply; broke my hope and the breeze hit my fragile mind.
Only one thing was still alive in me and that was faith on Him. My speed turned slow as I am damn sure the way I now started moving also will mess up with the starting point. But while moving this time, a strange support kept me alive. To my sentiment it was indubitably the support from Almighty.
As I think of the freedom from the dreadful scene, the weight of my quilt reminds me that it is already too late. I hear my Amijaan saying that, “wothsa Jigra late hasa gov”. This made me realise that I was having a dream. Sleep is such a beautiful asset. It gives us courage to dream for free. Regaining consciousness, I felt a strange feeling of courage and learned that no dream comes true until we wake to work and realise our dream.”
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