My Mama Walked With The Unborn Me

The Epilogue :- Part I

She cried for all she could. Her fingertips, still glued to the Archway, went pale as life and warmth were pressed out of them.

All of a sudden her heart felt too heavy for her chest to bear. The words tried and failed, all the way to understand the anguish that shattered her soul like a sword plunged deep to the very core.

And it was a wonder she was still standing!

The Elephants, the Gentle Giants.

And sane too, are known also for their soul-deep relationships. At losing a loved one, they can delve in grief so deep, they starve themselves to death.

And she was breathing. Her calves fought a ceaseless battle to carry her weight. But she was still alive.

The woman who escaped from a mafia breach. The woman who lost her husband and brothers. The woman who fell from a dune. The woman who walked through the desert…

That woman was still alive to stand by the Archway and admire this ‘New Creation’.

Her bones froze to the marrow and her flesh went numb while the sun punctually kept rising over the horizon… Kept rising shamelessly.

Shameless! Even the waters of the sea, filling the gap between the ripped coast.

Why had not the sun forgotten to rise today? As if the earth had not been splintered? Like a home had not been destroyed? Like lives had not been taken and misery augmented?

How Shamel…

(Nature always keeps the balance!)

Came a whisper from deep in her heart, old and familiar, near forgotten but alive.

Sooner or later, it always does.

A pause clicked, silence filled and another sort of tightness gripped Anna’s heart. Anger does not bring a solution, only makes blind and a fool.

Guilt surged over her heart, seeped through every fracture in it, traced its opened valleys and made them seethe! And she cringed inwards, mortified.

Such a great weight of guilt, she had not known of being a sinner.

How had she dared question Nature, and by it, its Creator?

How had she questioned GOD?! Her Maker!

Shame overran her. Overran her knowledge and wisdom and her conscience.

Had she not just taken a vow to be patient? And how quickly did she break it! What more shameful than this?

What was her misery to the Trial of Job?

All that he possessed was destroyed, his children were killed, his body put in torturous agony of sores and even his wife rebuked him to curse GOD.

But he still held fast to that Faith for which he was tested. So faithful that even GOD acknowledged, that there is none as righteous as He.

“GOD sends us something good, we welcome it. How can we complain when he sends us trouble?”, said Job, reasoning to his wife.4