The Talkative Dead
The world does not understand us. When the world disappoints us and appears unfair, we simply unfurl our wings, flex our feathered appendages and fly. We return to the Garden of Stones, a place of homecoming soon to be ours, and we listen to the voices of the dead. They are very talkative, if you listen careful enough...“If you are not preparing for your inevitable death, you are not living well enough.” Says one.
“Aim high, tackle low.” Says another.
“Mind the planet, you are joining us but your children will still be needing it.” Adds a former green activist.
“Be grateful for everything, even the most dire events, because everything comes from God, and He would not have let it happen to you were He not confident in you and your promise.” Says a Guru.
“Don’t eat too much chicken. Or beef. In fact, don’t you think you have had enough?” Says a dead Vegan.
“Think before you speak.” Advises a spy.
“Find out who you are before you die. We are tired of explaining to the newly deceased who die without finding out.” Counsels a Saint.
Then finally, I heard, “Okay, stop feeling sorry for yourself. Make a good show of it, old boy. Don’t be deceived. And for God's sake, exercise!” Thus confides a dead friend who when he was alive regaled me with the most wonderful of stories. Mostly about God, the Prophet, Sufism and his (many) romantic entanglements with women. What a rascal was he! But a good, good chum. I think you know the sort, yes?
19. My love…
My love is a cradle,
And an epithet
Upon my tombstone.
Have a lovely day, sunshine.
wa min Allah at-taufiq
Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way
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