The Silence in My Song

Sky crashes, the world crumbles, the very soil beneath the feet gives away. It is not the end of the world. But it feels like it. Atif loses his father, at this age he should not be surprised, he should not be so shocked. He should be so grateful, he got so many years with his Abu. It is just the way grief works he knows this logically. But nothing stops the listlessness in his heart. Nothing stops the guilt when even the funeral is plagued by the effect of Atif's presence. When instead of praying for his Abu's maghfirat, his people are more concerned by him and his existence. Maybe the world really is ending

A/n: I am writing this in grief myself. Because when Atif needs the most, he stands alone. His family tries to shelter him so he stands taller around them so he can shield THEM instead. Why does a man loved by millions stand alone? Why can he never look back and see a sea of love and not of hatred and criticism.