Oasis in a Desert

Never fall-back, face everything with determination. 

For sure, you will be victorious at the end

There is that one yearning soul, who never felt his thirst until he glimpsed a spring in the middle of a desert. So adorable, captivating or enchanting that it took him only a fraction of second to comprehend its value.  Paradoxically, the Oasis, we are talking about is rigidly showing a disregard to the desperate requisition[s] made. It (Oasis) addresses him, “to pass away, the pure water available here is not meant for you. For sure, you deserve not to afford it. It is so costly that you cannot even imagine affording it”.

The sad soul is repeatedly being pushed off, put down & mercilessly being dejected.

Regardless of what he is being said and directed for, he keeps on insisting, requesting & petitioning. That he is not willing to give up.

Initially, he was not feeble, but, some (self-created) ordeals have made him lose some fortitude. Now he goes unconscious. At times he falls down. For some moments, he does become silent.

Despite that, as soon as he comes to life again, he finds himself in the very deplorable condition, near the same reservoir, with the same intensity of thirst. So for the time being, he once again realizes the purpose of traveling to the oasis. Thereby, it inspires him. He gets overwhelming hope. Though he is still thirsty, however, time and again he won’t be given even a drop of water in mercy. Ruthlessly he gets demoted. But, what keeps him alive is the intention to live on to hope and dream.

He holds onto beseeching for some amount of water, but of no value. This time he is purposely being disheartened to not drink the water, he pledges. “For it is poisoned. You will die. Get some fresh water from another pond, which may be nearby”, with these words he is ignored.

When, he regains his conscious, yet, another time. It is being said, “The cold water you ask for is polluted. You’re fooled and deceived by its shape. It has [no]thing kept for you. Except that you’re allowed to peer at”.

Against this, what seems [un]realized is, the oasis he has reached, happens to be at a place which is bleak outside. There is nothing except the hope of this reserve. Had been there something else, perhaps, the fate of this wandering soul would have melted and greeted that.

The spring, which will quench his thirst, and put in a new life in him, is definitely passing through agony, as is evident from its location. But, it is so appealing spring that it is utterly ignorant of its true fascination. So magnetic and striking that it has come as a blessing for the desperate man, in a place where nothing, but only fate meets destiny. Its serenity has made him felt that he is yet [un]dead. Its essence for him is such that it cannot be put into words.

Nonetheless, whatever endeavors, pledges & attempts he may make. All gets struck down and yelled upon by the glamorous spring. It seems not bothering about the repeating calls from the thirsty soul. It keeps on watching, how the person, in an urge to quench, will die while soliciting for a savior. Though it knows he is murmuring. It still is freezing, readily, in refusal to the soul of least recognition.

Whether it is a crystal clear ‘No’, or it is like his ‘forbearance’ is being examined. Whatever! It cannot break him down.

The striving soul’s morale to stand there in extreme ‘heat & humidity’ may result in his going-into-unconscious. But, the oasis has to medicate his quench. It has to prevent him from dehydration. Because he didn't go there, his path and luck made him land there. He happens there not to pass on like others do; He reach[ed] there to get involved in the very delightful spring of sweet-fill-in. He knows there lies nothing outside. It is all dreadful for him to even envy for what lies in the surrounding.

The blessed soul is though stoic, but he has been told by someone, “You get everything, provided you ask for it with a true heart”. Thus he has asked for this oasis of beautification.

He is honestly examining, where this belief will take him…! Whether it the with poison or cool clean water? It doesn't matter for him. For, he’ll love to die again and again by tasting its poison. Now, if it is the thing which may quench his thirst; he, if allowed, would immensely and unstoppably be quenching his thirst throughout his life, from the-only-oasis. Until then he keeps on asking, praying, wishing, hoping, aspiring and conveying, proposing or waiting for the affirmation of spring, which has the ‘blended beauty and the tantalizing aroma’…….

Mashooq Yousuf Malik