Death and Dying II

Verse, Fame and beauty are intense indeed,

But Death intenser – Death is life's high mead
It was M2's first time in an airplane, ten years back.
"Ami. We're going to meet Dada Abu!
You said he was with Allah Mian...and Allah Mian is in the skies, isn't he?"
What is our death but a night's sleep? 
For as through sleep all weariness and faintness pass away and cease, 
and the powers of the spirit come back again, 
so that in the morning we arise fresh and strong and joyous; 
so at the Last Day we shall rise again as if we had only slept a night, 
and shall be fresh and strong.
Martin Luther

Death is all around us. Even then its strange. Strange in the fact that you can never really be ready for it. And when it has come and gone, you realize there exists a new link. A passage between two worlds. A perpetual shift in time. Suddenly words are no longer necessary. The thoughts dwelling inside the folds of your mind no longer stay unobserved. Everything you think and do can be, and is to them alive.They are alive. And then there's relief. Relief that they know what went into everything you did and did not say.
It even gives the feeling that God is watching as always, and so are they.

My grandfather died this Friday.
"We belong to Allah and to Him we shall return."