Some were born to embrace the unreached horizons of the limitless sky. I know someone who had been predestined to be carried on restless clouds and winnowed by wings of aspiration before he was even born. He's no longer with us in the flesh; as he had devoted it along with every bone in his mundane body for his homeland, but the thunderous echo of his heartbeats and the vivid presence of his spirit shall last till hell freezes over.
He's a kid…yet he can feel it.
He can feel the pride that is instilled within innately. It's a historical privilege given exclusively to those who are born and raised in Karak; the land of unforgettable triumphs. Heroism, intrepidity and honor are traits he's endowed with by default.
He's a schoolboy…yet he can see his bright future.
He's the prime example of brilliance, politeness and kindness. In the classroom, he's on a quest to excel and impress, to design his own life and to consummately set the track that would lead him to ineluctable success.
He's a young man…yet he feels as if the weight of his whole homeland lies on his shoulders.
It's a crossroad and he must make a momentous decision. He applied to the Air Force and also to a university in Moscow to study medicine. He has just been accepted in both and it's time to choose. He's torn between pursuing a career in which he would save people's lives and another one in which he would dwell in the sky, protecting and safeguarding the homeland he adores to the core. It's all written; so he has to go with the latter.
He's a newlywed…yet his fate will unfold an even more blissful event.
Five months of marriage is all what he and his wife will get. Their hopes and wishes of building their love nest and expanding it with their offspring will have to be aborted prematurely for a grander cause. He's been called for duty, and his beloved homeland always comes first.
He's a captive…yet it feels as if his captors are the ones in captivity.
He's living his last seconds in this earthly world. Nevertheless, he's standing on his firm feet with nothing but mightiness emanating from his glowing eyes. The fire might have burned his body, but his soul ascended to lodge in its haven; that aerial abode above an alluring azure.
He's dead…yet, he's alive in every sense of the word…We shall never forget the martyr, Mu'ath Safi Al-Kasasbeh.
No comments:
Post a Comment