In the heart of a bustling modern city lived a young man named Kamal.
He was nothing extraordinary—at least, that's how he appeared at first glance. Kamal was quick to smile, often laughed, and believed that no matter how hard life got, it would find a way to move forward. He carried this belief within him like a quiet flame, steady and warm.
Born into a middle-class family, Kamal had never experienced hunger or destitution. His parents earned enough to provide a stable life, not luxurious, but comfortable. There were no sleepless nights worrying about survival, no crushing debts threatening their home. This security shaped Kamal's personality, making him someone who trusted the world a little too much.
He believed in living life to the fullest.
Kamal worked hard to improve himself. He honed his skills, refined his habits, and pushed himself towards growth. He valued progress, not just material success, but personal evolution. His days were filled with curiosity and exploration; meeting new people, forging friendships with like-minded individuals, and embracing life with an open mind.
He loved freedom.
He loved risk.
He loved the thrill of believing that tomorrow would be better.
But he didn't know that fate had begun to turn its wheels.
It started with people who seemed ordinary.
Friendly smiles. Encouraging words. Familiar conversations that felt safe. They spoke with confidence and conviction; They talked about investments, opportunities, and quick success. They promised wealth—not through hard work, but through cleverness and seizing the right moment.
"Why struggle for years," they asked, "when you can change your life in months?"
Kamal listened.
He shouldn't have, but he did.
He was easily trusting. He believed people were, at heart, good. Slowly, carefully, they gained his trust. One investment became two. Then three. Soon, Kamal invested his savings. Then his assets. Then everything he had.
One day, the messages stopped.
Calls went unanswered.
The offices vanished.
The truth revealed itself like a knife twisting between his ribs.
They were con artists.
Predators in the guise of friends.
They had targeted him precisely because of his kindness, his innocence, his trust in people. They had drained him of his wealth, his stability, and ultimately—his faith. The financial loss was painful, but what followed was worse.
They destroyed his dreams.
They broke his spirit.
Kamal stood on the edge of everything he had built, staring into the void.
Fear gripped him. Shame silenced him. The world suddenly seemed hostile, unforgiving, and cruel. He didn't know who to trust. He didn't know where to go.
Then, in the darkest moment of his life,
They killed him. They killed not only his body,
but also the future he believed in.
My name is Kamal.
I was buried alive.
The earth pressed down on me like the weight of the universe.
I screamed but no sound came out. My lungs burned, my heart pounded, panic surged through my veins. The air ran out faster than hope. Darkness enveloped me, suffocating me, consuming me completely.
Then came the silence.
My body began to rot beneath the earth. The flesh softened, the bones weakened, and time devoured what was once alive. Yet something remained.
My soul refused to leave.
Trapped beneath the soil, I could hear everything above me. Passing footsteps. Echoing laughter. Conversations carried on the wind. The world continued, unaware, indifferent, alive.
Life went on without me.
Loneliness became my closest companion. The pain was constant, relentless, worse than death. There was no escape. No mercy.
I prayed.
Not for life, but for liberation.
I begged for anything that could bring an end to the suffering.
Then, I heard a voice.
Soft. Calm. Ancient.
"You wish to be free."
"You wish for your pain to end."
"You wish to begin again."
From eyes that no longer existed, tears that no longer existed flowed.
"Yes," I whispered.
I whispered into my soul.
The voice promised peace.
It promised tranquility.
It promised a new journey beyond pain.
Clinging to that promise, I followed it.
I floated into a vast void.
There was no light. No sound. No ground beneath my feet. A grey mist enveloped my senses, slowly erasing memories and thoughts. I couldn't tell if this was heaven, hell, or something beyond both.
Time lost its meaning.
A thunderous sound shattered the silence—a deep, ancient, divine sound.
"Soul movement."
My essence was pulled forward through the darkness. Fear surged within me, but exhaustion subdued it. I no longer cared where I was going—I only wanted the pain to stop.
Was it minutes?
Years?
Eternity?
I couldn't tell.
My consciousness dimmed, scattered, reformed, and floated again.
Then
Light.
A single sliver of light pierced the void.
Forces clashed around me, pulling, crushing, and tearing at my being. One force resisted. Another dominated. Finally, the strongest force seized me, dragging me deeper into the darkness.
Here, at the center of everything
I saw it.
A tree.
Immense. Endless. Impossible.
Its branches spread throughout the void, its leaves shimmering with hues of green and brown, forming a divine canopy. Its roots penetrated into unseen depths, anchoring it to something far older than reality itself.
The symbols carved into its bark glowed with an ancient power.
It felt both newly born and eternal at the same time.
Around it were pools of dark green liquid—not water, but some primordial substance. I sensed it immediately.
Life.
Concentrated. Potent. Pure.
Fuel for the soul.
Drawn forward, I approached. As the leaves brushed against me, knowledge flooded into my being like a torrent. Wisdom I had never learned. Truths I had never known.
My soul was strengthened.
I felt light and shadow dancing within me.
When I touched the tree, I understood.
This was not the end.
This was the beginning.
I stepped into the green pool, and the energy flowed into me, washing away pain, fear, and doubt. I was no longer adrift.
I was connected.
Rooted.
For the first time since death,
I felt home.
Like a child returning to its mother.