“An Impression Of A Hope.”

Little Bulbul flew too high, worrying and fluttering the wings to reach before the sun will surrender its light to the night. As the sun was leaving the sky was appearing no less than a furnace spreading the waves of hope and a promise to meet again and rise from east. Though the scene was too tempting to resist the flight and watch the sun waving goodbye for one more night but the concern of reaching home in time was drinking the sweat.

Halfway to the destination met the joy, the joy of a time, it spoke for a minute that could save her from an anger of the family but the change in a mood is never predictable, so was true for the clouds travelling through the empty sky. Now with every passing second the sky was being sleeved with the dense dark clouds forming the images of the scary creature never seen before.

Through the day they were calm, nowhere I could spot them, where since they made in, “Bulbul of my town whispering to self”.

Ah! May be I should have not hoped much of the joy out of a little time. Joys! They surely don’t last longer. Fluttering harder to make fast to home before the rain could hit the town.

Thunder! Lightening! Thunder! Thunder! And lightening!  Scared but rushing. Flying underneath the trees, rooftops, sheds and what not.

O’ Rain have some mercy on this very little creature, hopelessly she whispered. And the loud thunderclap! And there after she collapsed to the wall.

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“How could I forget nature doesn’t obey the wishes all time?”, Said she in a quite low tone hanging her head in a deep anguish. It’s all together independent and rules the way it wishes.

A moment of respite, taking deep breaths, cursing the time and worrying with every tic tac of the seconds passing by. At last, against the odds of the nature decided to fly, fly for the young ones who would be afraid of the unwanted guests, clouds, putting in the sky and would be hungry as the day has passed waiting for the mother, anticipating for food to fill their crop. Flapped her wings, through the angry weeping sky, took an optimistic flight but the swevit kept building on with a sound of the thunder and the lightning flashing up the sky.

She was quite near to the destination when she saw the flares making up to the sky. She snuffed smoke in the air. It smelled livelihood, hope, sweat, and much much more. O’ it smells wood too. This gave her a set back. The tired wings couldn’t now fight against the gush of the air, the body weighed more with a pain, fear and panic gripping the little heart.

“O’ Lord! No more of this day”, the choked voice and the broken words. Even before Bulbul had reached the place she broke, remorse filled the eyes, the unseen tears went mixed in the shower of the rain, hopeless and hapless she flew ahead.

The smoke had caged up the midtown where the tallest tree stood sheltering her young ones and their beautiful nest. The haze made up the scary images, sometimes the burned little ones and sometimes the broken nest flashed on her inward eye. By now all she knew was “Midtown hosted a fire”.

“MIDTOWN HOSTED A FIRE”

Midtown hosted a fire,
Boots, slippers and naked feet,
Spotless living and the hopeless faces,
Cries, waves, tears and runs,
Scattered all over,
The fruits of abandoned tree.
Water spilled,
Flares dancing,
In the sky, Smoke!
Forming images,
Ashes spinning around,
Leaving bruises behind.
Mini Salt Lakes,
Adding on the rosy faces,
Within no time,
Money, jewel and edifices
All kissing the dust,
No fame but the name,
Speck of hope,
And deeds more,
Sanguine step,
And a life ahead.

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Just a meters away she heard a women’s group thanking almighty for the shower. “Yes! It was a blessing indeed”, one of the women said.

How could they say rain is a blessing? Did they forget my children? She kept on troubling herself with questions and cries.

“Hadn’t the rain made in at the right time the whole town would have been ashed down”, another lady added. Surely! The almighty has its own way, said the first lady.

Curiously! “Did you people witness how rain saved the tree? Hadn’t the cloud burst taken place the tree would have been on fire and the whole town would have been lost to flares of misery and the pain.”, added another lady patting the child on the shoulder.

Does this mean my little ones are safe?, the Bulbul said.

“Thank God!”, What more I would have wished.

Beating the wings faster, with the content of joy, she flew through the smoke forgetting everything and finally reached to the destination, to her young ones. Held them tight, fed them, chanted lullaby and made them sleep in peace.

So, the story came to an end and I woke from the dream. This time I wasn’t searching answers but I got the lesson. Lesson for an entire life, “Hopelessness is a sin”.

Now you might be thinking how it turned sin? Right? Well! Bulbul got trapped in calamity, she cursed the rain, the moment but hadn’t the rain been on time she would have lost her young ones.

Joys! They don’t last longer. Well! Actual joy was waiting for her but she turned hopeless even before she could have met the worst.

Never blame the situation. The Almighty Allah plans all well. He doesn’t leave one in a situation which he/she can’t withstand. Thank the Almighty for everything. Say, “Alhumdulil’lah” for everything.

 

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                                                                         ~A.N