This is a short fictional story
She sat down, her face over her palms, as the father gazed emptily through the hospital's room window, in deep silence, only to be cracked by the soft sounds of weep and the sight of tears.
It has been some time since the incident. Their son was a normal teenager, with strikingly benevolent character, who woke up one day with lost interest in everything. When his mom entered his room, he was sitting on the bed, staring at the window.
She sat down, her face over her palms, as the father gazed emptily through the hospital's room window, in deep silence, only to be cracked by the soft sounds of weep and the sight of tears.
It has been some time since the incident. Their son was a normal teenager, with strikingly benevolent character, who woke up one day with lost interest in everything. When his mom entered his room, he was sitting on the bed, staring at the window.
"You're late for school"-
Mom-
Yes, dear-
I just saw God's paradise and hell in my dream-
He maintained his daily activities, but with no interest. He almost stopped talking. It was hard for his parents to see their previously ambitious child lose zeal in everything. They tried everything to stimulate him
The chocolate candy that he used to save money for as he envisioned the moment of consumption, watered his mouth no more. His high school's Miss Pageant that he admittedly "dreamed about" , didn't move him when his parents requested her to come for a therapeutic visit. "Alright, we will pay for Harvard" didn't add to his empty smile. It was hopeless to excite him in any manner. Their son's soul was far, far away from terrestrial earth.
Verily, if you knew what I know you would laugh less and weep more, and you would go out to the hills hitting your chests and making petition to your Lord
Muhammad, The Messenger of God
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