Emotional

Growing up some kids are more emotional than others. A relative who is twenty six years old, left his job with an NGO to study for his law degree. Being an only son, he threatened his family that he would commit suicide if his parents didn’t get him engaged to the girl of his choice.

His parents terrified that he might make good on his promise, agreed to the engagement. Not wanting an additional cost, they want him to finish his education, get a job to support his would be wife, and only then he can get married. Apparently he is not happy with his parents’s decision, and now he is again threatening with suicide if his parents won’t agree to an immediate marriage. He keeps mentioning it on Facebook, and other social medias.

His younger sister, whose birthday is occurring on twenty fourth was fed up with his threats told him very earnestly, “Please don’t commit suicide a day before the twenty fourth of this month, and not on twenty fourth either. I don’t want to be sad on these two days, but you can go ahead on the twenty fifth. Apparently she doesn’t realize the gravity.

I’m hoping, and praying that he isn’t serious, and it’s just a ploy.

Droll

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Our home is a mess, littered with boxes, and there is hardly any space left to move around. Some items are left for the last day to pack, and my blood pressure shoots up at the thought whether we will be done with packing on the day we are leaving. 

There has been bad news one after the other. First one was about brother in law A dying. Son and I bought the tickets, and then we learnt that step brother in law B has taken over the houses, land, money left for Son (as A didn’t have children of his own). A in his last will left everything for Son to inherit. B has taken the papers, and everything. 

Son was upset over his step uncle’s behavior. We never expected this from B. Two nights before we were woken up from sleep by the banging on our front door. “Open the door”. It was midnight. Both of us were apprehensive as to who was there, and frightened at opening the door. It was the police. Son asked them to show themselves, so that he could ascertain via the peep hole as to whether they were actually the police. Son went to the balcony to look at their vehicle. He then opened the door to them.

The first question was, “Do you have a gun?” Son’s answer was no. They started questioning him. After answering their questions, Son asked them why had they come? Their answer was so droll. They said that someone had reported that Son was going to commit suicide (God forbid).  They weren’t telling us the person’s name. We were astonished at how can someone make up a lie like that? 

The police stayed for an hour. After they were satisfied with Son’s answers they left. Son found out on his own as to who sent the police. Son had written on his Facebook account to his friend S that he was under a lot of stress. Soon all his friends knew. S is currently in Australia. He told his brother, who is a doctor in Oregon, and he alerted the Texas police. We took the police coming in a good way that his friends were concerned about him, instead of the intrusion at midnight.

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Never to Return

DAILY PROMPT
Cliché
Clichés become clichés for a reason. Tell us about the last time a bird in the hand was worth two in the bush for you.

M had retired from the Army. His pension wasn’t adequate enough to support his, and his family life style (the way they were used to living). Over the years he had saved some money. Those were invested in stocks. He decided to cash the stocks. He sold his home, and moved his family to a rented flat.

He invested all the money in a business venture, with a friend. A few months later, the business crashed taking his money down the drain. He was left with nothing.

In the evening, when he was going for his customary walk, his daughter noticed him taking off his watch. He put his cell phone beside it on the side table in the entrance. She called out to her father that he was forgetting his phone. “I don’t need it now,” M replied, and went out.

His family waited for him all night. Filled with worry, they contacted the police. They were asked to come, and identify a man’s body. It was ℳ. He had committed suicide on the railway track.

The note found in his pocket was, “I am done. I can’t take it anymore. Will you forgive me?”

If he had not sunk all his money in his ill fated venture, he would be still alive.

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Say Goodbye

Bad Signal
by Ben Huberman
Someone’s left you a voicemail message, but all you can make out are the last words: “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you months ago. Bye.” Who is it from, and what is this about?

What was my friend Omer saying? I couldn’t hear it clearly, except for the last bit, “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you months ago. Bye.”

He, and his family had shifted from Karachi to Peshawar last year. His father wanted to live with his widowed mother, and take care of her.

Omer wasn’t happy living in Peshawar. He wanted to be back in Karachi, where he grew up, and where most of his childhood friends were living. His father wasn’t sold over the idea of his living in a hostel.

I intended to call him back, but I was busy with tests then, and I forgot.

Two days later on reaching home, mother gave me the bad news, that Omer had killed himself. Mother hugged me to herself when I started crying. I couldn’t take it —- he was only nineteen, and no longer alive.

His father was pressuring him to apply for Medical School. Omer wasn’t keen on the idea of becoming a doctor. He wanted to join the Navy. His father wasn’t letting him do that, and that was the reason he took his own life.

He had observed the outside guard stationed at a near by Judge’s house with a rifle. He got up early in the morning. He left home at 4 am, on the pretext of going to a mosque (which was close by), for morning prayer.

He silently watched the guard. As soon as the guard prostrated in prayer, Omer picked his rifle, and shot himself in the neck at close range.

Wish parents won’t force children against their inclinations.

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