Don't Cry

Looking at the lifeless body lying next to him, his memory flashed back at the past. The first time they met and the night she told him that she would love him till she dies. The completeness he felt when he was with her, the beautiful smiles filled with love and dedication, the sounds of her laughter were the most beautiful music to his ears. He remembered the way he felt when he held her in his arms and kissed her. But, now, as he watched her fade away, tears were rolling down on his cheeks, and as the unstoppable pain surged through his very being, someone said, “ Don’t cry”. Lying all alone in her bed, she saw him in her mind’s eyes. She could see the very lips that had whispered promises to her, and the promises he said to her rang through her head. She covered her ears so as to stop hearing those empty promises which were still ringing in her ears. She saw her life before her and it was impossible to forget him, cruel as he was. She clenched her fist and hit the pillow, self pity hit her like a strong winter hurricane. She hated herself for being so ignorant a girl. She then felt the baby moved in her womb. She could not see what future holds for her and then she cried, but a voice was saying, “Don't you cry”. For a twelve years old boy, it was difficult to accept the reality. He held out the picture of a beautiful woman which he had been holding against his heart, and looked into her eyes and whispered, “Mom, why did you leave me ?”. Someone told him that his mom must have been in heaven, singing and praising the Lamb. But, he did not understand such a complex belief. For, a boy like him who had nobody else to call his own, it was impossible to face the raging world without his mom. Had she been there with him, they would have been in the Carnival on a day like that day. But, he knew that things would never be the same again. He looked out from the window and saw stars which were scattered all over the sky and wondered where heaven might be. It was for nobody to understand what he was going through and what was on his minds. As he was watching the stars, he embraced her picture and cried. Someone then touched his shoulder and whispered, “Don’t cry”. The last time they heard about him was from one of their neighbors who said that he met him in a tavern, about a thousand miles from their home town. He said that their son looked so pale and thin that it would be quite easy to mistake him for a ghost. Yes, he had been their hero, the very reason of their existence. They never disappointed him nor denied him of what he wanted. They had been cherishing him and waiting for him to grow up, but when he finally did they wished that he had never grown up and remained the little sweet boy who ran around in the courtyard. They wondered where their only son might be at that moment. There were hundreds of questions on their minds, to which they knew not an answer. So they knelt down in front of the crucifixion, holding each other’s hand, humbled by the pain they were going through. As they were pouring out their hearts, tears were streaming down on their cheeks. Then, they heard a voice, saying, “Don’t cry”. So dear, please do not cry.