The Man behind the scenes

The story is stepping up. We were trembling. Our lives became shaky. We failed. Then succeeded. We lost. Then found. We exhausted. Then recharged. We loved. Then quarrel. But we never hate our lives. We all know there is a man behind the scenes.

Every family has such a scenario. Everywhere there is a god of small things. We had a god in our small family. The god massacred us in her own way. We destroyed. We damaged. We terminated. We perished. We revived ourselves by the grace of Allah.

We had no hope. We have no place in the earth where we can hide. We just survived. We brought up miserably. But by the mercy of Allah we never acted miserably. We had to keep up the pace. We had to have our faith. We were pleased that we did not become vanished. We were the blessed subordinates of almighty.

We, at least, became vibrant. We chased the storm. We overcome the situation. We looked at the sunrise. We salute the setting sun. We embrace the nights. We became the harbinger. We planted trees. We made gardens. We played. We ran. We ate. We chat. We became successful. We made history. The god astonished. She had nothing to do.

After a few years we faced the god. But we found itself a dummy. It only disturbed us. It is nothing but useless.