THE NIGHT OF THE DEATH OF MINE
Death is only the beginning. That
thought came to my mind as I rest upon my bed that night. It was five days
before it happened. I was getting ready for it. I prayed that God would help my
poor soul as the Inevitable spreads its dark cloud upon my life. A question
must be rising in your mind. A question of how I came to know upon my own
death. Five days ago, I was alive. Five days ago, I was a different man. Until,
the signs came haunting my dreams.
It was 1957 and our country was
about to be freed by the empire of the Queen’s. I was only a mere student at
one of the oldest University in our country. I was studying history and I was
famously known among the students for my ability to remember many important
pieces of history in the world. A few would be amazed by my gift. Many would
envy it. Enemy was never a stranger in my life. But no matter how life hits me,
how big the challenge was, I never back down. Unfortunately, my gift was never
the reason for my decease.
Love was also an invited guest to my
world. My heart was taken away by my lover, the girl that was in my class. She
was as beautiful as spring season could be. Her eyes were as deep as the ocean
was. Her smile could melt a thousand hearts. She never failed to soothe this
gentle heart of mine. Our relationship began at a diner. I was having lunch
with my colleagues when I saw her. In the middle of a crowded room, I was
astounded by the existence of her. From that moment on, I knew that we were
meant for each other. But as fate has it, enemy was also the child of our
relationship. If you thought my death came by the jealousy of my enemies, thou
are wrong.
As the first night began, I was
strolling through the world of my dreams when I was distracted by an image that
haunted me until the night of my death. It was a blur, bloody image of me lying
on my bed, not breathing, alone. Disturbed by that horrific image, I woke up. I
prayed to God for the devil that was fiddling with my dream be punished. Then,
I went back to sleep. As the sun was raised from beneath the ground, a day was
subtracted from the five day period. I was closing on my Inevitable. As that
happened, I was unable to shut the light upon the foul dream that I dreamt
about. At first, it was easy to ignore it. But as the nights went on, the image
became more and more clear. Once again, the shining sun was commanded by the
Creator to shut the light. The second night began.
The second night began with me still
not noticing that I am closing on the end of the road of my life. As I went
back to the land of no impossibilities, the image came back. But this time, a
figure of man was standing near my bed was revealed. The figure was shrouded
and unclear. However, there was a part of the man that was blurred but turned
clear moments later, the object on his hand. The object smelled like it used to
carve open a body filled with blood. The colour of it also suggested the same
thing. Before I could guess what it was, that part of the image became clear,
it was an image of a knife. I wanted to wake up, but curiosity denied my wish.
Curiosity wanted to know what was really going on inside my dream.
Unfortunately, I was plunged out of it as morning began to cast its beautiful
background upon the day.
More
questions were raised but no answer in return. Filled with the desire to know,
I went to one of my colleagues hoping that some of my questions would get a
reply of answer. He told me that sometimes, dreams could be a symbol or a sign
for something to happen in the future. He warned me that if the dream kept on
coming, something terrible will happen to me on the fifth day. However, he also
revealed that it was really unusual for it to happen. He suggested me to seek
some professional help as I may suffer from stress. I refused as I was never in
stress. Fearing what could happen to me, I went to one place where peaceful is
up for grabs, the Mosque. As a Muslim, I was told to seek help from the
creator. I prayed. I prayed from when the sun was shining straight from heaven
until it shined with a gentle reddish ray on the sky. As the night cast its
starry sky, I began to fear.
The third night began with me fully aware of
what was waiting for me in the land of imagination. My solution was to not go
to sleep that night. Unfortunately, all these mighty strength inside my body
was unable to lift the eyelids of mine. Accidentally, I fell asleep that night.
Thus, another image was revealed. The image that was revealed was the face of
the person that was standing beside my bed. I was really shocked to find out
that person, whom I assumed to be my killer was the colleague that I visited
during the day. Fueled by denial, I conjured all my strength to wake up. I woke
up and went straight to the sink to wash my face. Filled with confusion and
horror, my body started shiver. I became paranoid by the dream that was
initially thought to be the work of the devil.
As
I went on to continue my daily activities, I began to stay away from the person
whom I thought my killer. He asked me about my problem. I was afraid to answer
him as he could be the one who took my life. So I ran and went to the police
station to tell the people with power about my unfortunate future. As
impossible as the thought of being an angel, they refused to believe me. Fortunately,
my luck turned positive when I went to the University’s officials. However,
they mistook my story as if I was threatened by my colleague. Immediately, my
colleague was expelled. I was broken. I felt like I was beaten down and had no
way picking myself up. That was the moment I realized that I have changed. This
paranoia had changed me. I have become this ugly person figuratively which had
no other interest then his own life. I was selfish. I tried to ease myself with
the thought of being saved from the Inevitable. But it’s in the nature of a
living thing to greet death at the end of the path.
Without
much fear left inside of me, I went to sleep that night peacefully as if
nothing had happened to me. I really thought that everything would turn back to
normal. I casted my eyelids upon my eyes and began to ford the streams of
dream. Suddenly, I was back at my room. The dream took me back at the scene
where I was dead. Strange enough, the person that was revealed before turned
blurry once more. This time, his other hand was holding a piece of paper. On
that paper stated a word that I will remember until I died, REVENGE. I knew now
that the killer was going to kill me because of his own vendetta. Once again I
was thrown back into becoming afraid. Even though I was asleep, my body began
to shiver. I felt cold and I felt like the angel of death already had his eye
on me. I woke up the next morning with the thought of everything was wrong. I
cannot eat, I cannot sleep, I cannot do anything to ignore it. That very moment
I realized that nothing can save me from my inevitable doom. I conjured all my
strength to prepare for the worst.
I
started what could be my last day praying. I prayed for God to forgive every
single sin that I have done. I prayed for God to be merciful upon my poor soul.
I prayed for God to grant me to be accepted into His heavenly kingdom. I prayed
and prayed like there was no tomorrow. I even prayed for some miracle to happen
as it would save me from my tragic ending.
All
in all, I was totally given in. I thought to myself that there was nothing
could be done to save myself from the inevitable. Finally, I felt like I was
ready, ready to be taken by the angel of death and be delivered into the next
world. So I waited. I waited for it to happen. I waited and waited but nothing
happened. The day almost dropped its curtains and I am still alive. As the last
light of the sun shined at the horizon, I felt really grateful that death had
not yet visited me. The day ended with me still living on the face of the
earth. I was truly grateful for God had granted me another chance to proof
myself as worthy servant of HIM.
That
night, I went to sleep with carefree in my heart. After five days of horror,
finally I was at peace. I began to stretch my journey upon this huge place
called dream. I was on cloud nine. Until, I dreamed of going back to my middle
school. I dreamed of a scene which I was a student in a class along with my
middle school buddy whom I never saw him for a very long time. I was taken back
to that moment, the moment when I humiliated my best buddy in front of the
class just because I wanted to become a member of a group. I humiliated him
about how bad he was at remembering things that he could not even remember his
own family background. He was very humiliated; no one wanted to be his friend.
Even me, his old best buddy abandoned him. He then dropped out of school and I did not
see him after that.
After
that vision ended, I was taken back to my room. The horror was back, only this
time every little piece of the image was vivid as if I was watching the image
with my own eyes. Suddenly, a knife gently pierced my throat. I felt it. I
struggled and tried to get the knife out, but I was unable. The knife kept on
cutting though my neck. As the knife got deeper, I grew weaker. At that very
moment, the angel of death came knocking on my door. He then came beside me and
told me that it was my time to go. With no denial, I went with the angel of
death. In the end, I was dead. The scenery of my room was really gruesome as my
blood was splattered on the wall along with an almost beheaded body of mine. As
for the killer, sure enough it was my school buddy whom I humiliated. He was
glad that he finally got his revenge after all these years.
It
is in the nature of something that lives to greet death at the end of the path.
It is only the matter of when and where do we greet the inevitable. During the
night of the death of mine, I was reminded that selfish does not pay. Before I
died, I even caused a colleague to be expelled. But in the end, I got my
punishment. The punishment was my death to be very unpleasant and I was killed
by an old friend who lost his way in memories. The only question that remains
is how would your night of death be like? I sure hope yours would never end up
like mine.
