Our Self-Written Obituaries – Waqas Ahmed, Lahore

Our Self-Written Obituaries – Waqas Ahmed, Lahore

Our Self-Written Obituaries – Waqas Ahmed, Lahore

The 246th death.

[Text and photos sent by Waqas Ahmed]

A misunderstood artist, Waqas Ahmed, 37, was found dead at his home in Lahore. According to the forensic report, he died of drowning in the depths between his throat and chest. His departure took place right before the sun pierced through the velvety fabric of night and washed the sky in reds and pinks.

Mr Ahmed was a collector of spots of brightness. His great art of making sweet honey from bitter fruits would always be remembered.

The last page of his personal diary reads as following: “Circle dear, it’s a circle. No beginning, no ending, just a constant dance. A slow crawl to the top and a fast descend as you swing to the bottom again. The magic happens in the moments in between. You will get there again, you won’t be here forever. For now, just enjoy the view from the down below.”

His neighbors report that he has not completely ceased to exist. They often sense his presence in the cooing sounds of the wild pigeons who continue to nest outside his window.

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 mayankaustensoofi@gmail.com.

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Our Self-Written Obituaries – Waqas Ahmed, Lahore