My mother returned from my uncle, who was diagnosed with cancer, yesterday. And well she’s not doing so good. She’s crying a lot and well thinking about all the things they talked about.
She tells me how my uncle just doesn’t want to fight anymore and probably wants to give up soon, she tells me how he told her that my grandma always wanted to hang herself so commit suicide and then she said she hopes she won’t live as long as my grandma does and damn it that hurt.
I know I’ve thought about wanting to be dead before but always thought it wouldn’t matter to anyone, but hearing my mother say that she doesn’t want to live as long just hurts.
I feel weird and I don’t know what to say, think or do.
On All Hallows Eve, the veil between the world of the living and the world of the dead becomes incredibly thin, allowing spirits to walk among the rest of the living population with little to no problems. For us here at Briarcliff, it means our ghostly classmates and students now have full freedom to explore the outside world — but just for one night! They must return to their eternal resting place before the twenty-four hours are up, or they will mysteriously be gone forever. Happy haunting!
O you who have believed, seek help through patience and prayer. Indeed, Allah is with the patient. And do not say about those who are killed in the way of Allah, “They are dead.” Rather, they are alive, but you perceive [it] not. And We will surely test you with something of fear and hunger and a loss of wealth and lives and fruits, but give good tidings to the patient, Who, when disaster strikes them, say, “Indeed we belong to Allah, and indeed to Him we will return.” Those are the ones upon whom are blessings from their Lord and mercy. And it is those who are the [rightly] guided.