Time passes, doesn’t it?
Just as none of us waits forever for anyone or remains still, time never stops either. And in the same way, I have now completed 26 years of my life.
It feels like only yesterday when I was a little child, walking hand in hand with my father. Today, my father is no longer with me, and I, too, have journeyed through so much of life.
Life is truly strange. Sometimes it feels like the most peaceful place was in my mother’s womb. Because the older we grow, the greater our responsibilities become. I don’t know how much of those responsibilities I have truly fulfilled. But why do we spend our days worrying and overthinking? Don’t we all know that one day we will return to this very earth?
We know it, yet pride and ego continue to surround us, keeping us trapped day and night. And still, we were all created from a single drop of impure fluid.
My deepest respect goes to my mother, who carried me in her womb, brought me into this world, and raised me into the person I am today.
I don’t know how many years I will live—perhaps 50, perhaps less, or perhaps more. By that measure, I have already passed a little over half of my life’s journey.
Throughout this life, I have met countless people, shared conversations, and created many beautiful memories with them. But where are they today? As time passed, they all drifted away.
It saddens me, and I often wonder why they couldn’t stay, or why I couldn’t hold on to them. Wherever they are, I sincerely pray that they are happy and at peace.
At the end of the day, no one remains an enemy forever.
____________________Sayeda Fariya Jahan
