A box ..

He held her hand, wiped the sweat on her forehead and kissed her head.. all what he could smell was her sweet smell.. regardless the condensed smell of anaesthethic and alcohol and God knows what else.. she was in pain .. in continuos pain.. and he was helpless.. looking at her all what he could do is pray to God that she'd be fine... it seemed as if his heart did not pump.. and the blood in his veins froze like a frozen river in Russia in the coldest day in December.. but he heard it.. it all happened at once.. he heard the cry.. the cry of his wife.. his beloved.. his one and only.. or should i say.. the mother of his first son..



Every child is born with a box.. you read it right.. a box.. Our boxes are different.. my box is different that yours.. and yours is different than hers.. and hers is different than his... that what makes us special..

The box could be big and wide or small and narrow.. it comes in many shapes.. all the shapes we were taught in kindergarten..

Surprisingly.. our boxes are made of the same material.. yet.. when we were given those boxes.. there was a charm in them.. you cannot open the box and see all its contents at once..

Up on the lid.. there is a tiny hole.. big enough for you to put your hand in.. and once u do that.. you are granted the ability to take out something of it.. and once u do that.. its very hard you return it back inside..

Its not the chinese fortune paper you'd get in a cookie.. these things in your box are meant for you .. and only you.. they are specifically crafted for every individual of us..

The rules of the box state that once u take a piece out of it.. you cannot return it.. yet you have to consume it.. and in some cases.. you can drop it.. but .. its all upon your own responsibility..

You cannot trade pieces with others.. yours will remain yours.. so make the best out of it..

You can keep one of those pieces for later and withdraw another one.. but don't bet that you'd be lucky always.. ;)

Wondered what are those pieces?
Some of them are so colorful.. as red as a fresh apple on a green tree.. or as yellow as a bright sun early in the morning.. or as blue as an ocean... or as white as a cloud in a lovely spring..
Some are so irresistable.. soft as a silk ribbon.. or royal as a blue velvet dress.. or as tempting as a dark chocolate fudge topped with icecream... juicy as a fresh ripe apricot.. some are as tempting as a poisionous colorful fish, or as irresistable as a marlboro red to smokers.. yet we have them in our box.. they are there.. its our box and thats how its meant to be.

Sometimes few pieces would jump out of the box.. suddenly without us expecting... they'd alarm us.. make us stop and sometimes.. they would be so shocking we'd just fall on the ground dropping our box on the floor.. and it would shake so badly we'd feel that we lost many pieces.. the trick is to gather those pieces and stand on our feet again.. facing those undesirable pieces..

One day... we'd run out of pieces.. one day we'd put our hand.. and find no pieces left.. the box is empty.. we cannot load it again.. we just have to hand it over.. and leave... for a better place ? lets pray for that..




Starred by:
The Box: Life
Colorful pieces: happy moments
Undesirable pieces: unhappy moments
Irresistable pieces: moments we cannot resist.. as much as we try
Tempting pieces: they tempt us.. and so we decide..
'6ayf il sharaf: the empty box.. Death.. !



A Last Dot:
Hope your boxes are filled with many many colorful, juicy and few irresistable and tempting pieces.. !