Death, Rewritten
A New Peace
Before the War, I Feared Death. Now, I See It Differently.
I always believed that death was the worst thing that could ever happen to a person. I saw it as something terrifying — a cruel end that steals loved ones and leaves behind unbearable emptiness. I avoided even thinking about it, convinced I wouldn’t be able to handle the idea of loss — or imagine that everything could suddenly come to an end.
Like many people, I feared losing those I loved. I dreaded final goodbyes and was haunted by the thought of life fading from someone’s eyes. I believed death was unfair — it came to steal dreams and smiles, leaving behind a sorrow that never truly fades.
Then the war came. A war that changed everything — even my understanding of death itself.
I witnessed cruelty, destruction, and pain that no human being should ever have to endure. We lived every day between death and death… every moment felt like it could be the last, and every goodbye could be forever.
I lost people I loved. I saw children buried. I saw homes collapse on entire families. I saw mothers weeping over their sons and daughters.
And somewhere along the way, I realized that death was no longer the thing I feared most. It had become a kind of peace in a world of endless suffering.
Today, death feels like eternal rest — a reunion with the One who is far more merciful than this cruel and broken world. It’s no longer a terrifying shadow. It’s a release from unbearable pain, from a life heavier than anyone should have to carry.
I don’t fear death anymore. What I fear is losing more of the people I love. What I fear is watching them suffer in a place where the world has gone silent and blind to our pain.
This war taught me that nothing lasts forever — not life, not death.
It taught me how fragile everything is.
It taught me to believe in the will of God, to find meaning in the hardest days, and to be ready to meet my Creator at any moment.
Death isn’t the end.
It’s a doorway to something better — a place with no war, no fear, no grief.
And sometimes, it feels like the only real peace left for people like us.
Closing Note:
If you’ve read this far, thank you for listening to a heart that has seen too much in too little time.
This isn’t just my story.
It’s the story of thousands here — whose relationship with death has changed forever.
—Aseel
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