Our Self-Written Obituaries – Ajwah Nadeem, Lahore, Pakistan
The 230th death.
[Text and photo sent by Ajwah Nadeem]
This death was her choice.
She didn’t leave a note for anyone. We don’t know why. Obsessed with owning the space she was born into, she strived to grow. Insecurities heaped up onto her, she tried to try. Maybe that is what she wants to be remembered as.
Death chased Ajwah Nadeem like a midsummer nights dream. Hope flitted onto her canvas like a comical candle. Let’s not cry, because maybe this is what she wanted. Time has finally stopped for her. Sisyphus has finally decided to let go.
Fashioning diamond dreams out of dust, she breathed her energy into them. Her soul would scitter back into its cave, making room for trauma. Trauma was the unwelcome visitor, who slowly became a bittersweet friend. It’s okay to want to let go of unhealthy relationships. It’s okay to decide the way in which we want to let them go.
She loved her friends and family. She loved the multiple homes she built throughout life. But that love was ultimately not enough. Slowly detangling the bonds keeping her here with us, she went off into the Starry Night. She raged and raged against her self, drifting into the sky, finally getting her desperate wish. We will miss you, but it’s okay enough.
Our Self-Written Obituaries invites people to write their obituary in 200 words. The idea is to share with the world how you will like to be remembered after you are gone. (May you live a long life, of course!) Please mail me your self-obit at firstname.lastname@example.org.