The revealing Truth of Eternity

tanu_hosp

 

“Eternity has no gray hairs. Flowers fade, the heart withers, man grows old and dies, the world lies down in the sepulcher of ages; but Time writes no wrinkles on the brow of Eternity.”
 
The nature is not only what we visualize around us, but a great uncovered reality we fail to see. The aura of eternity is so pure and will always remain as the untouched beauty of nature. It has always been the transcendental factor of our relation with our little brother. They say the strongest bond between the soul and its people is love; a bond that keeps the soul close to us. It is the glue that sticks us together, cozy and warm for eternity, no one would want to be free of such a bond. Tanveer was priceless and will always be. His dreams, his feel, his essence still exist in us. It would be appropriate to say that Tanveer never was gone, he is always there. But of course we feel our lives are as incomplete without him. He was the light of our eyes, a dream that we would want to live all our lives, a reality everyone in our family loves. He knows it. How? When you love someone with the deepest purity and you know that your love is mystical, you will know that your loved one is never away. If your love is strong, you will get the sign. The presence of Tanveer is so strong as if he is there when we feel; play, when we are happy or sad. His eternal presence is consoling like no other, as if Tanveer is there dancing with us or wiping the tears off our cheeks. Unbelievable…right? But it’s nature! Tanveer made others realize the presence of his soul materialistically or eternally. He lived by his soul and now he is the soul in us, the sole greenery to our being.
 
It is quite amazing how God works his ways through his beloved souls to the common people in this world. Tanveer was his beloved soul and we; the common people. The language of his soul is not educable or even adjustable in our world. But if we know our deepest thoughts for him in our soul; we know what and when he speaks. He was never in love with the materials of this solid existence, nor did he ever fall for the unholy and colorless attachments in it.  We all were attached to his materialized entity, but now it is only he who communicates. We knew him by his name; now we know him by his soul. Though nothing can indemnify his loss, but would we really call it loss or our being connected to him solely and warmly? The insomnia after his death of course took a long time to heal, but the heal I feel is magically invincible, indefinable and inextinguishable. He is enthroned not in our hearts but our immaterial entity; our soul. Our experiences with him are inexpressible. But, I would like to share our little but enthralled moments with his soul.
While Tanveer’s treatment, he used to smell typically of sweet garlic. His smell wasn’t disturbing but quite peculiar one, uneasily adjustable, in fact not adjustable. They say souls show their signs in the solid world when they want to get noticed. My father and mother along with my little brother and sister had made a trip to Ukraine to see our grandparents. I was left home as I had my examinations proceeding. Before this experience, none of us believed much in the power of souls or that the souls did exist, even though we knew Tanveer was their along with us; we never had the ability to hear his soul. It was around 13:00 to 13:30, while our mother and our grandparents had gone to the market for some grocery items, our father was at home with my little brother and sister playing and having the time of their lives. Tanveer loved to see Tannia play and smile, he was not able to see Timur play and grow a bit as he passed away when Tim (Timur) was just four months… Just then our father smelled a strong peculiar smell, he smelled it carefully. He noticed that out of a sudden even the little two seemed to enjoy the smell making them surprisingly quite. He recognized this astonishing but ethereal smell; it was none other but Tanveer, making his presence feel. So distinct and warm, that he could no more be controlled by logical or rational thoughts of his. He was lost in that smell. It was for about 10 seconds or so; he knew that his little son’s soul was communicating with him in the most extraordinary way. He knew that Tanveer felt happy feeling how these little two are in their play. He immediately phoned our mother and he shared their experience with their son. She suddenly found herself short of words and hung up. She couldn’t exhibit her exact feelings. Amazing…!!!
 
The other experience I had when it was his birthday. The experience was out of the world, and definitely unbelievable. As always we celebrate his birthday by baking a cake and praying for his peace. Our mother was baking his cake, the cake which he usually liked. I had just finished my prayers for him and I was feeling quite hungry by then. I asked our domestic help to lay the table for me. As I sat, I filled up a glass of water for myself. The little ones had been playing in their room. The dining room was quite deprived of any movement. The covering of the dining table shone as if it were glass. I was about to eat just then the glass moved, but surprisingly the water did not spill out, in spite of the vicinity of the glass was saturated with water. I checked for the little ones around, but it was only me and the desertion. The table had no such items that could really make my glass rock like that. Just then I realized that I had prayed for my little brother’s peace and that it was his birthday. The scientific explanations might stand up to explain this, but what I believe is it was he who told me of his presence. I believe that he thanked us for it. The moment was all in equilibrium yet so abysmal and transcendental.
 
The day we cremated Tanveer, it was hard to sleep but, I had a dream while I was consciously half asleep. I saw some ladies dressed in black doing a ‘yagya’ (a scared pier lit for prayers) following which I heard Tanveer’s voice calling out to me, asking me to find him which I was not able to. He then told me to find him in my name, it was quite impossible. He giggled and asked me to find him inside me. I knew what he meant, just then he appeared and told me that he would never leave me and that it was not a part of the divine nature for him to leave me. At that moment I thought that it was as outcome of the overwhelming emotions. But today, I realize the way he keeps his promise. The logics may explain it as the acceptation of the dream by my subconscious mind. But how well can somebody explain this: the day I cry due to any reason, I see my little brother in my dreams; he warns me of the upcoming danger; he shows his presence when he is forced to do so by the nature of his soul. These experiences have magnified themselves; Tanveer has brought up our souls to the level where we can consciously feel him. He enlightened us with the knowledge of love.
 
Our family has lost a son, but putting their materialistic feelings a side, they help us feel him. I have experienced nothing higher than my little brother’s unconditional love. He has no five senses, he has no body, he has no memory, he is not an emotion, he is not sorrow, he is not any materialistic happiness, but is purely love and happiness. He raised us towards eternal light. He is not an ordinary soul, nor was he an ordinary boy. His magnificent smile reflected every bit of his divine purity. The music inside his presence is the food to our souls. We live by him, with him and for him, to keep his teaching enlivened.
                  
 Let the guiding light keep our little Tanveer in peace…