Sawsan Maksoud :Life over Death

Life over Death As Cindy VO Nguye said, “The death of someone is like reading a book, yet having it end, where it wasn’t supposed to”. Death is a word which carries under its letters an imaginary world plenty of questions, thoughts, and unknown feelings. It tempts the body sleeps and takes its last nap willing a beautiful life over death. Seriously, when I hear this word I swim in an ambiguous life. Four years ago my father passed away at age 71, he died after a battle with fatal illnesses which made his body weak and powerless. These illnesses excruciated his body. I was 14 years old when he died, I saw his defiance and his fight against his sicknesses. His death shocked me at the first glance, my soul shacked enormously, my heart broken down, my body shrived and shattered in a fully way. It was the saddest day in my life. Really, and I was so sad and frustrated. Moreover, I felt that I lost the sense of safety and tranquility .My father's death has changed me in a way that it will profoundly touch every aspect of my life. I've learned what I can bear and what I can't. I've learned of my deep strength. I've learned how we die. Furthermore, losing a parent is something that everyone dreads. But only those who have experienced the loss of a parent can truly comprehend the enormity of the loss. Losing a parent is losing a part of you. I became stronger than before. Furthermore, this experience taught me the manner of dealing with others. I also learned that every disaster is associated with good things. Despite all hindrances and troubles, life hasn’t stopped. This tragedy makes me optimistic willing a good future ample of success to achieve my father’s dreams. I want to let my father be proud of me in his grave under the ground. Thus, I would say as James Whitcomb Riley, “I cannot say, and I will not say that he is dead. He is just away.” Sawssan MAKSOUD