RECURRING DECIMAL

The wailing increased as the pallbearers lowered the body to the ground. The grave diggers picked up their shovels to finish their job filling the grave with sand. The howling lessen as people turned their back to take their leave. No one was passionate enough to go 6 feet with the deceased to prove their love. They all stopped crying and wailing soon as they started taking stocks of properties. Jolted into awakeness by the tap on my shoulder, I cleared the sleep from my eyes, as I tried to observe the unfamiliar environment. I turned around and saw two men, both in all white flowing garments with nice fragrance. They introduced theirselves as Munkar and Nakir. They proceeded into interrogating me and asked; have you ever lived before?. I replied lived? what’s that? I said no confidently. Just then, a clip of my existence was played before me. Who could have thought I lived for 65years. 25years of my life trying to figure out what to do with life. Constantly stumbling off my feet,...