When a dream unfolds into a nightmare!

 Yesterday, I read my friend's blog, prompt 'Letter to first born'. Her writeup was so emotional,  the title being 'Letter to first unborn'. You all must've got the idea what it is about. How the mom must have suffered without seeing her baby, holding her in arms. The pain, the agony and the melancholy.

And then I got this news that my mom's friend's daughter, lost her 9 year old daughter. Her face flashes in front of my eyes, the cheerful, bubbly, smiling one.


So what about this mom, who has held her daughter close to her for 9 years, showered all her unconditional love, taught her to talk, walk and run, spent the best of time, cooking her favourite food, taking her to activity classes to learn new skills, making time for her every small and big event. What about her agony? How can you describe it? What do you write about it?


I'm not comparing, who's pain is larger, how can I? When they both have lost their precious one.

What must be going through the mom's mind?

It must be like losing all the purpose in life. We struggle, we adjust, we adapt, to make our kids feel comfortable, to make their life easy. They shouldn't suffer what we have gone through, they shouldn't repeat the mistakes we made. We keep guiding them, encouraging them and suddenly, one day, they are gone? At such a young age?


For all those who think there's no one called 'God', how do you explain this? No science works, treatments fail, any amount of haul, diligence goes unnoticed. The supreme power has it's own plans. "Man proposes and God disposes". 


It's not just the mom but the dad too is desolate. And being a man, he can neither show his tears nor can make his wife hold hers. What does he do? Should he console his better half or mourn himself? He has to stay strong for his family. He has to cover up his emotions. And even if he cries, he has to do it all alone.


We want our kids to grow up into beautiful human beings. We want them to be successful, we wish that they achieve their dreams. But when such a nightmare dawns upon us, all the dreams shatter. Our world comes crumbling down.


Yet, this is the fact of life, the ultimate truth. One who comes has to go. The untimely departure bruises our heart, but we are helpless in front of this Almighty.





May He, the one who has given the pain, give the strength to endure it too! Om Shanti 🙏





AUTHOR'S NOTE: When I heard about this yesterday, I couldn't calm my mind. So I decided to write down whatever came to my mind. This isn't a blog it's a mother's heartfelt emotion. 

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