I sat on the wet sand lost in my thoughts. I had my hand immersed in the sticky clay beside me. The sun was setting behind the vast sea in front of me. I had seen this view a hundred times as the beach was not far from my house but it always left me in amazement.
I had stayed till now only to have a glimpse of the setting sun. I did it every Sunday or at least tried to do it.
I had been working as a journalist for four years now and my love for the job increased every year. I had spent some of my Sundays even, working on some of my big cases but I never had any problem sitting on the floor of my TV launch in all those stacks of papers around me. It was because I was doing what I loved the most and I couldn't have been doing anything else. So I finally decided to get up and leave when I saw a man far away in the vast water body struggling for breath. I could not believe my eyes. I didn't know what to do. What could I do??
I felt sweat on my forehead. I ran for the motor boats on the end of the beach boundary. The man was closing. I was in panic. I asked the man if I could borrow it and told him that it was an emergency.
I told him that I'll pay when I return. He gave me one of them. I asked him to come with me. I thought I would need help.
He dragged the boat in the water. I told him to drive while I will be sitting behind him. As we drove I could see the man more clearly now. We finally reached him.
"Take my hand!" I yelled. He hesitated a little and then took it. I dragged him up with all of my energy. When I dropped him on the boat, he was struggling to breath. So I thought of giving him a mouth to mouth. But when I moved closer I heard him say something in Arabic.
"La illa ha illAllaho Muhammad ur rasool Allah" and then he closed his eyes. I felt a shiver run down my spine.
What did he just say? In Arabic?
I shook him with full power but he was dead. I asked the boat man to return to the shore. He did as I said and in no time we were there. I was a journalist so seeing someone die was not something strange but this time it felt very strange. This man had a long beard so I knew that he was a Muslim. But there was something else about him. His face had an amazing glow and a contentment, while he was saying those words. I could not sleep that night
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