At first, flickers of hope were everywhere. We were told that in not more than two months we will be back to our (chaotic) normal life: schools, work, clubs, mosques, churches and others.
We knew that the flickers were not steady but we hoped we will make it steady. Our dreams were still glowing with so much vigour.
Now, it seems like day by day the covid-19 grows up into an invisible giant that duplicates into countless forms eating thousands of humans in flesh and psychology yet the virus isn’t close to satisfaction. Our dreams are becoming traceless every moment of our day. People are dying of hunger, people are looking for work to do at home, people are willing to take the risk to go out and work if they had the chance not minding if they die the minute they step out.
The heat of this era is causing quarrels among loved ones. The patience allocated to each human being is also running out of strength and power.
The place we call home is now a spouse to prison.
Easter wasn’t celebrated with the might of its usual celebrations.
Ramadan is in few days time. Iftar will likely be dull and void of the loving congregational eating, the hugs and oh the prayers. The pandemic is worse than we thought.
Muslims having Iftar when there was no coronavirus
Is there an end to this pandemic? Is there an end to Hajiya Hassana’s exaggerated price on vegetables? Is there an end to the lack of foodstuff? Is there an end to being scared of everybody around you? Is there an end to our fear that covid-19 will own earth soon?
There is an end to the pandemic, for there is a cure for coronavirus. Some people who contracted the virus are being treated in hospitals; some were discharged from the hospitals. Although we are still scared but the unsteady flickers are still there, let our hope make the flickers steady.
