Have you ever wondered how you will die?

A bomb blast kills 87. 

87, just a number, a statistic, doesn't even shade us anymore. The more the brutality, the more numb we become, reaching to the point when we just flip the channel. We ignore it. 

Life is everything to us, no other truth needs to be learned, who cares if the only thing absolute in this world is mortality. We all want the high life. We dream big, we have high aspirations and most of us have agendas. Some crave greatness, breaking the rules, they step over every moral, ethical and religious boundary. 

But what we don't think of, and let slip our minds is the inevitability of death. Some people die for a cause and become martyrs and some become useless statistics, martyrs for some, demons for others. How can we know which one is which?

Have you ever wondered if your death would be a statistic or will it mean something?

All those who see a crime and let it happen are more guilty than the perpetrator himself, this is the law of nature and religion. We see countless examples in history but we dont learn the lesson. 

Some cry for Pakistan, lament at her misery but when it comes to action they don't care until the knife comes to their throat.

Some try, to raise the alarm, so much has been said and written which sometimes moves some hearts but only temporarily, the fact of the matter is that our hearts have gone cold we have become bloodthirsty savages that we so despise.

When a nation loses its compassion it loses its right to survive and whatever becomes of it, is well deserved. Love and compassion need no religion, no schooling to be learned. 

The ones who are persecuted, know what they die for but the ones who stand idly by and watch the carnage, never know. Ruthlessness and brutality always comes back a full circle and when the time comes no one is spared. When you let murder happen, when you approve of oppression, when you justify discrimination, you seed your own annihilation. 

A time comes when the warnings stop and retribution begins. Even then there is time to save oneself but only a few see that and the rest taste the fruit of their labors.

So I ask you again have you ever wondered how you will die?


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