The Man in the Graveyard

             He stayed for a long time, here in the graveyard of the city. He was observing his father's grave in which he was buried when he was a child. There was a long line of graves where the various races, nations, and casts were buried in. He always came here to see his father's departed soul; but at this time, he brought different flowers and put them at the grave of his departed father. His native place was too far away from the graveyard. "If my father's grave was situated beside my house, then I would not bother myself to reach here," he thought himself suddenly.

            He always appeared lonely here, like a loner with multiple expectations to meet the soul of his dead Dad. He couldn't feel any fear. But one day, he seized a tremendous fear; his whole body was trembling and reached home immediately. He went to the corner of the house, locked himself into it, and was lost in deep thought. His body was filled with sweat. He cried loudly. " Help me, help me," he yelled. He concealed himself for a long time. He thought that the whole departed souls came out and made his body into several pieces and ate it entirely. Due to nervousness, he put his hands at his whole body to feel whether he was fine or not. He lighted a candle and observed his whole surrounding. He peeked into the window of the house where the moon was appearing behind the clouds and its light was spreading everywhere slowly.

            The sky was looking beautiful. His fear was disappearing and he put his hand on his heart and checked the heartbeat that it had become down. He realized himself. On the other side, a flock of birds was flying around the moon in their various colors. He looked at the moonlight for a long moment. He checked the time which was about 2:45 am. His eyes glanced at a picture that was posted on the wall and it was too old. He looked at it carefully. The picture which was fixed there was his father's. He didn't move his eyes here and there, just looked at it deeply.

             Due to recognizing the picture, and remembering his childhood, he screamed and his voice was spreading outside. He put his departed father's picture on his chest for a while and his tears were dropping around the picture.

            Due to his screaming, the neighbors approached his house and saw that the wick of the candle had burnt completely and darkness had permeated the house the man was departed on the floor and his father's image was still kept in his heart.

  

By: Nawaz Nigwari

Turbat Kech Balochistan