Death. It is never fun to talk about death. Talking about it immediately saps you away from your enjoyment, or whatever you think that you did that is worth living for. I attended my first funeral today. She was not related to me but may Allah bless her soul for being the reason to awaken my dormant heart. I have felt nothing, until now. She was 26, and were just recently married, last January they said. She was on her way back from her driving lessons, and the van she was in were overturned in that accident. I saw the van earlier that evening, and it shocked me to know that the person involved were living just a few houses from my host's house. I am almost 24, and the girl who died were almost the same age as me, and she were just recently married. Her death shook me, even more than the death of the famous people who were claimed to have the kind of death that enlightens people. I never felt this way about death, and I guess it shook my core simply because I h
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