No one would have blamed David and Dawood had they severed their childhood friendship. Their friendship survived terror attacks and fundamentalist governments.
They believed in their respective Gods. Although they must have believed more in humanity , without even being aware of it. Good people, you can say.
They searched for the “Light” , righteously , as dictated by their respective religions, through charity and piety and humility.
David found it at the end of the tunnel- as an oncoming train.
Dawood found it on a billion dollar bridge – as trampling feet.
“Why?” , they cried . The benignly indiscriminating light shone mercilessly in response.
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The above story is my attempt to make sense of the death of the 700+ Hajj victims – who were trying to in their own way to do the right thing by their faith by making a pilgrimage. And other such senseless and painful deaths that happen apparently even to good people of all faiths.
Why? Would we get an answer that we can understand, in this lifetime ?
This 100 word story is written in response to the 100 word photo challenge posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Field each week. This week’s photo was provided by fellow Friday Fictioneer/ storyteller The Reclining Gentleman
Click on the ‘blue frog’ below to read other amazing takes on the same photo prompt: