Autobiography of dying Little Fly
She was recalling all the good memories, family and friends
while taking her last breath, she asked why we?
Han! Who was she?
I am talking about a little buzzing fly, who was just passed
away with a tragic death along with her whole family and relatives.
She was just a little kid, playing and making fun with
friends. These little kids were buzzing around a dust bin full of half-eaten
burgers and sandwiches. This dirty dust bin was used to be full of food all the
time.
“Dad why these people don’t eat a full meal? If they are not hungry,
they shouldn’t get the stuff, just to throw ‘em away”, agitated little fly
said.
No! my little doll. These people are good, they leave ‘em
for us and other creatures.
So, if so. Why they used to blame us for all kinds of
diseases. Said little ponytailed fly.
O My doll! We have to do, what has to be put on us from our
God. We are made responsible to buzz around the dirt. We
have to transmit parasites or bacteria that may cause various infections in
them. If they have the problem, they must have to clear the dirt first, not
blame us, because these parasites or bacterias might be good for them.
Little the kid left with her friends to play by the bin. They were enjoying themselves and
making fun of little Beatles, mosquitoes, ants, and other bugs.
“Away, away, fly away; behind you, all”,
cried, dad.
No heed to the warning.
A dense smoke covered the whole area by
the bin. The time which cleared the smoke also made the playground silent. It
was an insecticide spray by Waste management and pest control.
Dad rushed towards the kids, but all in
vain. It was too late now. Dad took his little angei in his arms and now she
was taking her last breaths.
Dad! What we had caused to them. Why us?
No…No… you will be all right. I swear, I
swear
By: Syed Kazim Ali shah
