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Have you ever had a feeling that you have to cherish every little thing that is happening now?
What we're certain of could demolish into a blunt uncertainty the next min. It makes me wonder what would be my very last thought at the very last moment of being alive in this world? In this dangerously beautiful hardcore world, that is growing and demolishing each day, a soul births, a soul gets away. This constant cycle and its traces. Seriously, what would people remember me by?

The US-Bangla plane crash putting 51 through hell and death. According to Islam, there is a life after death-But to be honest in my opinion, didn't it all happened at once? Didn't they go through a tons of pain, suffocation, seeing loved ones die before their own eyes while they're at it themselves.
My lack of knowledge in my religion actually forbids me to have an opinion about after life. For me, it has always worked as an element to suppress wrongful desires or doings. I am not a self righteous person myself, I am quite sloppy with the rules but seeing unnatural deaths actually puts me into thinking, how are they being served after death, where they are, what they're doing while we're here.
What if. What if. Every thing we believe in or told to believe in is just a mental satisfaction?
What if these people who died are lost forever like the insects we kill, trees we slaughter
What if they are all in the air that we're breathing in as the science tells us.

When I think about death, I think about the moments I gave myself a hard time in life. When I think about leaving this planet for good, I think about how foolishly I have wasted my time on unimportant things and totally ignored the necessary ones. I think about how unique every body is in their own way and how I always wanted to be someone else. Wanted to be loved by somebody to have a sense of belonging.

This life has so many twist and turns. We should waste, live boldly because this lungs, this eyes, this skin is not going to be here forever. Our life deserves a good story. 









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