AM I ALIVE?
I spotted a small bird, walking wearily. Concerned, I asked, ‘What happened, dear friend? Are you sick?’ The bird forced a feeble smile, one that seemed on the brink of death, and replied, ‘I am non-living things.’ I chuckled, but before I could speak, it continued, ‘Sometimes, I feel like a dying bird. I don’t know if I’m right or wrong. Life itself is a maze of confusion. If we’re here on earth to relish our existence, then I believe I am not alive. However, if we’re here to endure, suffer, and suffer some more, then I am alive. We only have one life, and it’s brimming with suffering. But no matter how dire the situation, I don’t want to die, for true death is even more dreadful than living.’ Naseeb Auwal