He used to wake up on time every morning,
He would look in the mirror, comb his hair,
He would go to the office, laugh,
And go to sleep tired at night.
People used to say:
"MashaAllah! He is a very settled man."
But the truth was that
He had died many years ago.
Neither was there any prayer left in his heart,
Nor shame in his eyes,
Nor truth on his tongue,
Nor any question at the right time.
He used to laugh,
But his heart did not laugh.
He used to speak,
But his conscience was silent.
One day he went to a funeral.
People were crying,
Someone was saying:
"What a pious man he was!"
Suddenly he felt
This sentence could be said for him too
And he would not feel any difference.
He trembled.
He realized
That the real death does not come in the grave,
The real death comes
From the sleeping of the conscience.
And the strangest thing?
People see living corpses
But only bury the dead.