Writing on the Wall

It has become a routine matter in our lives every year that we literally sweat for Eid moon sighting. Every year Ramadan starts and ends with confusion. Its actually quite ironic that in this digital age in which there are countries trying to explore the darker areas of space and we the muslims of India and pakistan still depend on a 70 year old feeble cleric to resolve this obligatory matter for us . The matter is daunting and distressing now as this year we witnessed a feud here in pakistan between the govt minister and clerics. The science ministry lead by ‘not so popular’ Fawad Chaudry declared Eid few hours before the route hilal committee who gets salaries for the only job they almost fail every year to do so. This year it was more baffling for them as they took almost 5 hours to announce the Eid in a perplexing manner as the cleric leading the committee looked fragile and unclear while announcing the festive day. And if that wasn’t enough , a sectarian rift started immediate

Human life has always been a victim of surprises, plagues, crises, adventures, and curiosities.  We faced almost everything in one form or another. Devastating waves of terrorism, violence, protests full of panic and the confused governments remained the hallmark of our wretched existence. Taking the plagues into consideration, we witnessed Dengue, SARS, Ebola and several other deadly diseases but never have we ever witnessed anything crueler than coronavirus. We see the people around us breathless and dying and we are so helpless that we can’t even soothe them or comfort them owing to the infectious and the pandemic nature of this virus. Every tragedy gives birth to a story that is full of human experiences and emotions. If you have any story, feel free to share it. Strictly speaking about myself, I am afraid, afraid for my loved ones, the fear of seeing the people around me vulnerable, fear of not seeing the world I used to cherish around me. I fear the world