HE NEVER LIVED!

06/07/2009 | Doç. Dr. Ahmet TAN | 334


It was so tiny that they didn't even put it in the coffin.

It was as if it would fall apart in your palms.

He was left on the musalla stone in a white shroud.

It would be kept pure, but there was no one.

We kept three lines with 14-15 people.

It was perhaps the easiest funeral prayer for the imam.

A couple of things were said and the prayer was performed with the intention of a private person.

“Are you halal?”; "How would you know him?" not even mentioned.

Because he; never lived.

Didn't know what the right was

No one knew Him, He knew no one.

A relative took it between his two palms and took it to his car.

They did not even allocate cars in the cemetery.

They said it was very busy, sorry.

Well, our own cars were also sufficient.

We took it to the family cemetery.

They fit it in a tiny place in the corner of the cemetery.

Only one person was already lying in the huge family cemetery.

She was also the grandmother of the family.

Obviously, the grandmother left the family before anyone else.

What could he have known that the youngest member of the family would come next.

It was buried under the ground in a very short time.

It was already tiny, how much land did it need?

After the attendant finished his work, the Fatihas were read.

Condolences and everyone dispersed.

His spirit flew away like an angel.

The interrogation question was also very easy.

He did not taste life.

He didn't see green or red.

And the blue of the sky.

Even his mother and father.

That's how he started life.

He never got out of the tub.

The days he lived and tried to live were spent in an oxygen tent.

There was a lot of struggle to survive.

It took a lot of effort to hold on to life.

But it didn't.

That's the life he was given.

He transited the world.

Maybe she was deprived of her mother's tender embrace.

But it was unknown that he flew away like an angel from his mother's tender embrace to a more compassionate eternal lap.

May the angels be your companions.

Let the prophet be your neighbor.

May your place be heaven, BABY.

Become an intercessor to your mother and father, e BABY.

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