The Man Who Lived

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I don’t usually write things like this, and I’m not sure how it will pan out. But like most writing lovers out there, sometimes you just need to write. Or type, that works too.

People live and die everyday, we know that. They go through different shapes of pain and suffering, and still greet everyday with a strong heart. We know that too. I lost someone very dear to me recently, and I’m finding it to be a different experience from what the movies and books tell me. Not all pain comes in sharp stabs or punches. Sometimes, hardship spreads and grows within you slowly, spreading its roots all over you, like cancerous cells, until it simply belongs there. It doesn’t have to always hurt, but it exists. A reminder of the change.

It’s sadly customary to continue talking about how someone died once they’re gone, and everything that you’re doing to deal with it. The aftereffects. The coping process. How did they leave.

But that’s not what I’m here for. I don’t want to talk about the man who died. I want to tell the story of the man who lived.

I’m here to remember everything he taught me, and to live everyday with his voice guiding me still.

I’m here to talk about the man whose name I carry around proudly, whose blood I share and whose smile I reflect.

I’m here to talk about the kindness he showed me, and how he taught me to find ways to help others in need. In any way possible.

I’m here to talk about the man who always said the right things at the right time.

I’m here to talk about the manners he forged in me, and the hospitality I’ve been taught to treat people with. The respect I was taught to give and receive back.

I’m here to talk about the family bonds he held together, and the love he bestowed upon us all.

I’m here to talk about the righteousness he lived his entire life with, and the absolute refusal he had for taking anything that was not rightfully his.

I’m here to talk about the man who always welcomed us, who gave us all a home, who was my parent and my teacher, throughout my life.

I’m here to talk about the man who raised generations, and nurtured them to their full growth.

I’m here to talk about the man who found joy in the clumsiest and silliest moments of our childhood.

I’m here to talk about the man who shared a blanket with us and laughed along as we made fun of awkward TV scenes over a warm cup of milk tea.

I’m here to talk about the man who taught me that expressing gratitude and sentiments to others in words is important. The man who always apologized even when he didn’t need to, and thanked anyone who simply was there for him. The man who showed me there is no shame or loss of pride in doing so.

I’m here to talk about the man who lived one life, and yet managed to touch the lives of many around him.

I’m here to talk about the man who deserves to be remembered. The man who lived, and the man who will remain alive in my heart forever. Until the day comes for us to meet again.

People live and die everyday, we know that. It does not do to dwell on how they left rather than how they stayed.

Our loved ones deserve more than that. Remember them, in the best way you can.

Author: Amna AlHashemi

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