Shayan's Suicide
Shayan was only seventeen years old when he hanged himself from the ceiling fan in his room and died. When I heard the news, I couldn't believe it. It seemed impossible and irrational. He was living what appeared to be a happy life.
I started observing him when he visited our home in Islamabad with his mother. He was my nephew and had knowledge of technology, computers, philosophy, and career paths. He was both ambitious and thoughtful.
The next day at 1:00 PM, we took him home for the last time and carried him to his grave. I carried his coffin for a mile, and afterward, my shoulder hurt for two days.
In the graveyard, after the prayers, we laid him down in his final resting place. I looked into his face, which was peaceful.
Shayan, who was friendly, lovely, nice, handsome, young, ambitious, and wise, lay on the bed of soil. He seemed tired, but I never saw any sign of tiredness or hopelessness in him.
I asked myself whether it is fair to allow a teenager like Shayan to take his own life.
He has lost faith in himself, but suicide is not a solution; it costs you your precious life. Shayan developed a strong desire to end his life. However, he was just a child who made a terrible wish, and that wish was granted to him.
The quandary is, why did fate allow such a thing to happen?
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