Our life is finite, but we forget
Dreaming our life as we go on living
We think we have innumerable days
Though we see death stalking
People around us
Till our time to live gets over
And it’s our turn for dying
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by Ben Huberman
At what age did you realize you were not immortal? How did you react to that discovery?
When one goes away — depart to the next dimension, only personal effects indicate, you were present on this earth for some moments. It is as if you never lived. In time memory fades — and you are forgotten.
My first severe illness brought it home to me that I may cease to exist. Foremost thoughts were for my two children who were five, and three at the time. I think it’s every mother’s nightmare.
In those days survival rate for Gall bladder surgery was low in my home country. It wasn’t like the laparoscopic surgery done nowadays. The ones I had known among relatives, died five – six days after surgery.
The only gray area in my life was not saying my five times prayers. I only said my morning prayer. Sometimes I didn’t even bother with that.
I decided to conquer my failing. With my changing, my (late) husband followed my example.
I am thankful to God for the change He brought in my life.