It was like a destructive tornado amidst war, a different level of hell in chaos, and is a pandemic that devours life and destructs sanity. It was like a bomb thrown in a river, shocking everyone with the silence of it, not until it exploded. COVID 19, how far can you go?
For the last few weeks, everyone is chained, terrified, and in anguish. It was all over the news and the planet. How horrendous it is thinking how a virus that cannot be seen by the naked eye can turn the norms upside down. It affected millions of hapless people, be it at any class or any age. At this time, money can’t buy our safety from it. The vaccine was too far from our reach. It was sudden and life-changing.
It's been months and a few days, I can see our dinner servings getting smaller, our bills pile up, and how hard it is for us to cope up without any source of income. Every night as I scroll down on my feed reading furious people, I can hear my mother’s sob and I was wondering why do I feel a lump on my throat as my eyes are damping with tears. She’s having panic attacks, struggling to sleep without her sleeping pills. It’s like it’s the only thing that can help her escape. That’s where I saw the hell right in front of my eyes. Dreadful it is to see how people suffer from overthinking because of the pandemic, how sad it is to look at our table without the same delicious dish we used to have. It was hard, seeing any other man from my environment offer themselves into illegal transportation just to earn for their breakfast.
I was thinking if mom would like to lend me some of her pills.
”When would it halt? I don't feel good. Will they take me? What if they take me? ” I clearly remember the look on her face when she uttered those sentences, scared and eyes pooled with worry. “You are fine. We are all going to be fine, ” I said realizing how the front liners chose to fight for us, for me and my mother.
Our year has started not quite right, it entered like how Pandora freed a curse dressed like a present. It was formidable how we chose to survive beyond struggles. Mesmerizing seeing humanity grows, and just like the myth of Pandora, hope stays still. It was there, and it was meant to be there for us. It was arduous, but as I see my terrain with flames, I found warmth.
Resiliency wasn't the key, but it kept us alive.
