Diary of an average author

Mourners

A/n: um... I wrote this hours ago, while I was sitting there. And I haven't rechecked it. If there's something wrong  you see, please let me know.

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A cold day, mid of November... my maternal grandfather's funereal. I was very close to him. He was suffering of diabetes before. He had become so ill that he couldn't move a muscle. All he could say was "Haan" (yes).

When he died, we all cried; his three sons and three daughters along with their families. May God bless his soul and grant him a place in heaven. Amen.

But all that stated above is not exactly what I'm remembering. I'm recalling a heart wrenching thing which I saw that day. The same thing I see now, as I sit at the funeral of this old lady in our neighbourhood.

The fake mourners.

I'm sorry if I'm being too rude here, but I have strong feelings of hatred towards these people. Right now, I see these women crying with the relatives of the poor deceased lady, and then they go sit in the corner, not a tear nor the look of sorrow on their face.

The same thing happened at my grandfather's funeral.

Hordes of people arrived to see the dead body. All those people who'm we hadn't seen before. It hurt. The only thought in my head was "where were they before? When my nana (grandpa) was on his death bed?"

They had all appeared for the funeral.

I was standing by my grandfathers feet, praying for his soul, tears flowing from my eyes. That's when the lady came in. I didn't see her face, as my vision was too foggy to do so. I saw her silhouette. She hugged the woman standing by me, let's say K because I never knew who she was. The two woman hugged, and the new comer let out a loud cry, as if she was the most hurt at the funeral. She could be, I thought. And continued my prayers.

But I was proven wrong, when she parted and asked all of the sudden to K why hadn't she bought her children.

My heart broke in two and fell into a deep pit.

I wiped my eyes on my sleeve. There was no sign of sorrow on her face. Just like these ladies I see now.

Don't take me wrong. There are men who do this too. But as all these religious things in Muslims have separate gathering for men and women, I've only heard of what the men do from my father and brothers.

It breaks my heart right now, as it broke my heart then, to see all these people with alligator tears. All they do, is creat a melodramatic scene, make the mourning relatives of the deceased hurt more, and then they sit in the corner and watch the show.

I'm thinking right now if I'm looking like on of them, so I'm leaving for the other room, where they are praying the midday prayers. But I think my heart will keep on aching at the thought of these mourning people and the fake ones in them.

May God bless the soul of this poor lady. Amen.