Death is inevitable. No matter how hard we try to deny it, or how hard we run from the truth, death will always be there; as constant as time itself, lurking in the shadows; waiting patiently for the moment to strike. And like a venomous snake, it strikes without penitence; swiftly and precisely. And we're left wondering how it all happened so quickly. Mankind was always afraid to talk about mortality, for it is the one thing which is out of our control.
Still, we can't run from the fact that we're all going to die one day. As surely as the sun will rise in the east and set in the west, mankind shall return to the dust from which he came.
Usman pondered over this thought as he walked into the graveyard, carrying the weight of his brother's dead body on his shoulders. He was accompanied
