Hassan sat down next to his mom and dad as he stared vacantly at the grave. He felt numb. His other siblings were behind him, sobbing quietly. The imam began his sermon. Hassan’s mind started drifting off. He wondered if the body inside the grave will be okay. Will he be lonely? Will he be afraid? He wondered if the body can still hear them.
Hassan’s own tears rolled down his cheeks. He felt a lump in his throat. The tragedy has shreds the heart to pieces. Hassan never knew pain like he was experiencing at the moment. He took a deep breath to calm himself. As much as he wanted to scream and wail, he didn’t. He couldn’t.
He needed to be strong; for others.
Hassan learnt about death at a young age. It was death that made him decide to be in the medical field.
Will he be able to make peace with death or will he continue carrying the guilt of being alive?