AHYAN
The hospital’s room is as depressing as I’d last seen it when my grandfather had been admitted. It wasn’t just the lighting or that one brown sofa and a small fridge––it was the smell in the air that reeked of medicines and reminded you of the sad times when you had to watch someone pass away before your eyes.
I had been raised up by practicing parents. But it was only after the death of my grandfather, that I started looking into religion myself. Death is a reality that each one of us is going to face one day and what’s scary is that we don’t know how near that day could be.
But I specifically remember Baba telling me once when I was younger that those who are true believers aren’t afraid of death. In fact, it is something that comforts them because it is only after death that ou
