Abdullah Zubair

Memorial

An aura of heavy soot pressed against me. Did I just go for a swim? Or am I just sweating that much? Eyes unable to open, I felt my limp body sag against a cold wall. The experience was lucid; unable to control my own body for the only sense I could remotely interact with was sound. As I sat there, slouched, I never considered that for the time I was awake, my ears rang with the voices of my friends as if it were background music. As I searched for sounds over the muffled giggles, I would occasionally hear something that resembled crickets chirping in an extremely low tone. A tone so horrifyingly irritating but also reminiscent of my mother's countryside house.