The death of the King of Pop is sad no doubt, sadder perhaps for the talented man himself. His death is a clear sign of our own possible mortality. Michael was a symbol of our childhood, our own little world of innocense, he was larger than life figure long before we knew what a christian or a muslim meant. His music lingered in our forgotten childhood memories. His death is bigger and broader than we take it for today. We should all, embrace our own mortality and strengthen our muslim faith as a result. Such a big fugure, dropping down dead is something for all of us to learn and be humble about. As i type these words, i can't help but listen to the tunes playing in my head. Billy jeans and the thriller song is the strongest that dominates all. It is a symbol of us aging, of us getting closer to our own sweet death. His death should diminish the value u have of this valueless world. We are here for a brief moment of orgasm, qalaas, one day we will drop down and die.
Why do i feel the world is becoming darker, glimmer and sadder as today marks a historical exit of a humanbeing who has spent his whole life, misunderstood, misread, who though glory and richness has passed by him, still he was the saddest, loneliest soul ever called a celebrity.(and i am not talking about Nabeela or Vo) Today, he floats in a world only known to the dead. He is no longer king of pop or a king of whatever. The saddest thing ever was he was not a muslim. Inshaalaah, let us pray for our souls and all the souls of the dead muslims, we are indeed fortunate to be born muslims, even though not deserving by our actions and our thoughts and intentions. God have mercy on us, poor muslim misguided humanbeings.
