Nothing has ever broken my heart as much as my sisters death, and I cant help myself crying everytime I think about it. Qamar was a little piece of Heaven, a bit of my soul, the reason why I smiled. I still remember the day of her death as if it was only yesterday. It was a sunny day of May, and I was coming home from school. I was walking down the street as I saw her body in the middle of the road, all in blood. My heart started beating faster and faster, my throat became dry and I felt the heat overrun my head. I was horrified. I wanted to scream but nothing came out. Everything started spinning around me. I didnt want to believe that it was happening, yet Qamar was there. She was there, just in front of me, her beautiful angel face all in blood. Looking at her inert, lifeless body, laying on the asphalt, was awful. I felt like a piece of me was taken away. I wanted to join her. Life wouldnt make sense anymore. I heard voices. People started to approach. I heard screams. A man said something to me, but I couldnt understand what he was saying. These sounds were indeterminate to my ears. All I was thinking about was Qamar. I just stood there, helplessly, and I felt useless. I will never see her smile again. I will never hear her voice again. She was gone. I still havent got over it, yet this happened about 4 years ago. I think that, deep inside me, I do not want to.
Posted on: Sun, 09 Mar 2014 00:33:25 +0000
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