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We hope they see the happiness and long lives of their children and they can find their peace with this tragedy.
He was not a junior, he was like a child to me as others are.
In the loving memory of Dr Salman Shalmani student of 3rd yr MBBS Gajju Khan Medical College sawabi.
Dated Thursday,2nd of July 2020.
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Part (5)
Whenever they will hear about the success of someone's child or even of their own child that will always bring the smiling face of Salman shalmani in front of them. I wonder what they will feel when they will get to the hostel to collect his belongings, will have the last sights of the place once their child called his second home for three yesrs. Each and every belonging will have his many more memories.
We will always remember Dr Salman Shalmani as a smiling face and enthusiastic personality. He will be in our prayers but most importantly we all wish that his family get over this tragedy soon though it seems impossible now but we hope time will heal their wounds.
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who wished the best for him and even for a brief moment they had seen his great world, a good future of being a doctor, a successful person if i ve to be in short. His brothers considered him as their ideal, to be like him to follow the same path as he did. And now all that was shattered right in front of them in the very same house in which he spent the last 21 years of his life. He was no more with us. All the dreams he had, all the things he wished for, and the future he wanted was no more there. He hadn't had anymore time in this temporary world.
I wonder the pain of his family that they will have for the rest of their lives.
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his father who was in deep shock looking at the his beloved and successful son being handed over to ground forever. He felt hopeless, there was nothing in his power that could bring his son back. We all cried and we all felt sorry for them.
After the funeral when i was on my way back to home i was thinking that yeah we all r being very sad abouth this sudden tragedgy and we do feel it honestly. Yes we will remember him for a long time, yes our college magzine will add his pictures, may be they will name a block after him and honestly thats all we can do as his colleagues. But at the same time i was thinking about his family who brought up their son like a flower,
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we would meet and greet stand for minute or two and then be on our ways. In nutshell we all live like a family down here regardless of the issues which we often have in between which i think happens in every family. He was been my side roommate during the last year, often would come to our room nd so would i when i had to comb my hair every morning nd for little things as a daily routine of hostel life.
All this was going around my head all those instances we had together, they were playing like a movie as i saw his dead body was being descended into his his last rest area. The pain we all felt as his colleagues was indescribable but when i saw his younger brothers deeply drowned in sorrows, continued *,
Today when i got the msg about the death of our dear junior Salman Shalmani, at first it was something i couldn't believe in for a while, an athletic guy who i ve always seen around sports events during the last 3 years, an active guy with a big smile on his face. How can he die so suddenly when there seemed no health issues with him apparently i would say. About salman i would say generally i have always good realtions with all juniors and to be honest they seemed like children to me. We had our moments together, and normally our college has a small area so u would meet each person for 8 to 10 times daily atleast soemtimes around the canteen counter, sometimes on the benches and sometimes around library,
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I ll be ur listener, i ll be your speaker i ll be ur healer ndi ll be the one who brings out the inside of u to this world. So come on nd let me knw that you people are there nd let me help u with ur problems.
Lets pray that Almighty help us in this, lets pray he be our saviour,nd he be our defender.
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Part (2)
And i ve experienced it from my childhood i guess few of you have too those unspoken words those unexpressed feelings those silent tears and those little moments of despair and inability to do some things. Even still there are alot of thoughts which goes through ur mind but u couldn't get them to this world. Well i think i would try to bring those things to bring ur unspoken word to this world to let the world know how u feel , how much its hard for u to live such life how there are many things u want to share but either u dont have anyone that special who can think on ur level who can feel how u feel, or u cant find any good means to bring them out.
Whenever i write something i don't have any idea about it before starting, may be a lil emotions surges are there but mostly there is nothing planned. What i write arent the fantasy or any of my creativity its just the things that i feel nd endure. Well actually what i write may be just some random words for most of the people but its for those very very few people who takes nd see the world through a little different angle than the other world. I m not improvising that we r some kind of special people but its like we do think a litlle deep nd little calm . *Continued
Always be proud of you scars bcx they are the true trophies of all the hardships your little sould has been through all along. Dont be mournful at the sight of these scars as they remind you the cracks u have endured but be proud that those scars made u a person who you r today a stronger and a better person.
So be proud of your scars they were not given to you out of some misunderstanding but they were given to make u understand the reality of life.
Be proud of your scars.
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Tried to write something after so long nd the quality just suckz but still something for the return.
We all are living someone's dreams,
We all dream to live like someone else.
We all are trying to make tomorrow better,
We all are forgetting that today matters more.
We all want ourselves to be taken care of,
We all fall short when it comes to take care.
We all are complaining of the chaos,
We all will dismay once the peace takes all.
We all are small parts of greater stories,
We all are stories whose plots are missing.
We all think light would guide us through the darkness,
But sometimes its the darkness which leads us into the light.
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