The main character of this story is based on me. Like Jeremy, I lost my father a day before I turned 10 years old. So in other words, I hardly ever had a father.
Some part of this story contains lyrics from Pink Floyd's "Another Brick In The Wall, Pt. 1" song (and the title has been obtained from this song too), part of this is from the perspective of an unseen force while the rest is taken from Jeremy's perspective.
"Daddy's flown across the ocean
Leaving just a memory"
"One day shy of turning 10 years old
But too bad his father decided to die a day before"
Happy Birthday Jeremy, you are now the man of the house. A fucked up man of the house.
There were people everywhere. Some of them were crying, some with sad gloomy faces, some were staring at me. I wanted all of them to go away! Why was everyone crying and howling? I knew something was wrong but I thought another one of my great aunts died so I didn't really care about it.
And it was my birthday in a few hours. Everyone should be smiling and wishing me happy birthday's, not crying.
I stood by the wall and stared, confused at everyone around me. Thinking about my birthday presents.
My uncle came, sad faced as everyone, and guided me to another room.
"Sit", he ordered, pointing to the bed. I obeyed.
He dragged a stool and placed it opposite to me. He sat down.
He sighed. He held his face in his hands. Then took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his face with it.
"I have to tell you something Jeremy", he said. I could see his eyes were red and watery.
"What?"
"Your father died....", he finished the sentence with loud sobs. He cried and howled like a hurt animal.
I stared at him. Blank. Blank. I felt as if I was slipping into nothingness.
"What...what...?", I mumbled and I can't recall how many times I asked him that.
"His car crashed against a bus", whimpered my uncle.
And he got up, and went out of the room, sobbing along the way.
Oh look Jeremy you're without a father now. Why don't you go and look at his photos? You'll never see him alive again anyways...
"Snapshot in the family album
Daddy what else did you leave for me?
Daddy, what'd'ja leave behind for me?!?"
I looked at his photos. The jolly, always smiling, happy face which I will never get to see again. I wanted to remember his face. Sear the image in my mind forever so that I could take it out and look at it whenever I felt fatherless.
Why did he have to die a day before my Birthday?
A week later I found out, my father went out to get me presents which he was to present me with as soon as the clock struck 12.
The gifts were crushed along with him...
11:59:50 pm
And the seconds were counting down
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1....
12:00:00 am
beep beep! beep beep!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEREMY...!!!!!!!!
"All in all it was just a brick in the wall.
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall."
To be continued..... in Another Brick In The Wall, Pt. 2
Some part of this story contains lyrics from Pink Floyd's "Another Brick In The Wall, Pt. 1" song (and the title has been obtained from this song too), part of this is from the perspective of an unseen force while the rest is taken from Jeremy's perspective.
"Daddy's flown across the ocean
Leaving just a memory"
"One day shy of turning 10 years old
But too bad his father decided to die a day before"
Happy Birthday Jeremy, you are now the man of the house. A fucked up man of the house.
There were people everywhere. Some of them were crying, some with sad gloomy faces, some were staring at me. I wanted all of them to go away! Why was everyone crying and howling? I knew something was wrong but I thought another one of my great aunts died so I didn't really care about it.
And it was my birthday in a few hours. Everyone should be smiling and wishing me happy birthday's, not crying.
I stood by the wall and stared, confused at everyone around me. Thinking about my birthday presents.
My uncle came, sad faced as everyone, and guided me to another room.
"Sit", he ordered, pointing to the bed. I obeyed.
He dragged a stool and placed it opposite to me. He sat down.
He sighed. He held his face in his hands. Then took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his face with it.
"I have to tell you something Jeremy", he said. I could see his eyes were red and watery.
"What?"
"Your father died....", he finished the sentence with loud sobs. He cried and howled like a hurt animal.
I stared at him. Blank. Blank. I felt as if I was slipping into nothingness.
"What...what...?", I mumbled and I can't recall how many times I asked him that.
"His car crashed against a bus", whimpered my uncle.
And he got up, and went out of the room, sobbing along the way.
Oh look Jeremy you're without a father now. Why don't you go and look at his photos? You'll never see him alive again anyways...
"Snapshot in the family album
Daddy what else did you leave for me?
Daddy, what'd'ja leave behind for me?!?"
I looked at his photos. The jolly, always smiling, happy face which I will never get to see again. I wanted to remember his face. Sear the image in my mind forever so that I could take it out and look at it whenever I felt fatherless.
Why did he have to die a day before my Birthday?
A week later I found out, my father went out to get me presents which he was to present me with as soon as the clock struck 12.
The gifts were crushed along with him...
11:59:50 pm
And the seconds were counting down
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1....
12:00:00 am
beep beep! beep beep!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEREMY...!!!!!!!!
"All in all it was just a brick in the wall.
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall."
To be continued..... in Another Brick In The Wall, Pt. 2
I'm close to tears... I'm sorry about your father =(
ReplyDelete-Areesha, Oh,I'm sorry about that. No don't be. I'm proud of my dad. For what he did.
ReplyDeleteyes, you should be =) My best friend's father died she was born so I can only imagine how much it hurts.
ReplyDeletehwy humza i would like if u could replace the car crash with the original heli crash.... thee story is sad and nicely phrased specially the pink floyd part any ways to be continued should be soon :)
ReplyDeleteTamiur Bhai, You know I could but then who would buy his kid some presents while riding a helicopter. Thanks alot! Oh yeah its coming alright!
ReplyDeleteHamzaaaa, this post is so poignant. And Floyd's words are such a gorgeous background to it. I didn't even know how to react when a very good friend of mine, Taiyaba lost her father. It was insane. I couldn't say, its going to be alright, cos it'd be tough, killer tough till things finally turned around. I wrote this for her then : http://exceptionallyme.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-he-walks-away.html
ReplyDeleteIts a void, you can fill in with love. More love and nothing but love.
Take care. This was quite a post. Thanks for making me read it.
Haha thanks alot. Yeah it hurts alot. I hope your friend finds peace. And wow I read yoour post. i wanted to comment but I think you disabled it. Really beautiful and touching...
ReplyDeleteMy honour Crystal. Thanks alot!!!