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THE DAY I LOST MY IDENTITY

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THE DAY I LOST MY IDENTITY

Hit by a bus
Punched in the stomach
Bit by a snake.
Shot by a gun and then left alone in the slums to die, die a slow painful death. I felt every single
misery as I sank deep in pain.
I was in a shock! Oppressed by the betrayal! Injustice of what life has done to me; paralyzed me.
Remorsed at the truth... a hideous truth of my own fate. AH!
Who was I?
What ran in my blood?
Name? Family? Everything that once was my pride was lost. Indeed I had lost my IDENTITY...! Shreds
of my once happy life tore into bits; each to become a puzzle of its own kind.
Just five hours ago, I, flashed back my life, was so uncomplicated as I watched the tides rise and fall.
Today had been a big day for me for which I had worked hard whole my life .My happiness knew no
bounds when I received the official letter stating me as an employee at the Golden Gates; fulfilling
my biggest dream. But before I could lavish myself on the big chunk of my success, a phone call blew
everything.
My parents had a car crash and were fighting for their lives in the hospital. I dashed towards my
blood. Never had in my life I had broken rules but today it was a matter of my loved ones. Nothing
felt important as I raced in 4th gear .Before I could reach I had lost the warmth of my mother. Her
body devoid of any life had gone still forever. My father was struggling hard to defeat death...ah!!
Death; A CRUEL TRUTH!
As I touched my father for the last time he whispered the cruel naked truth.”SON! you are not our
own blood; we adopted you “and he died putting all the burden on his heart on mine leaving me
alone and UNIDENTIFIED.!
I had lost them forever who had been my only kith and kin all my life were actually nothing. PAIN!
DISBELEIF! SHOCK! LOSS! with numbness shooting all over me. I had performed the last rituals of
my dear ones, all I ever had.
find the address of the orphanage in my father's belongings but disappointment met me upon
reaching. And now here I was watching the tides feeling pity on myself secretly wishing to end this
unidentified life. I had to make a choice. A choice to justify my existence
.......................6 months later......................
"Ladies and Gentlemen we are here for the inauguration of "IBRAHIM KHAN'S OLD HOMES”. This
home is designed to provide shelter and safety of home to the old people. A big applause for its
founder MR IBRAHIM KHAN on this act of kindness that humanity will cherish forever."
Glancing at the shining board glittering with my name; i sighed. I had made the choice. All the
money which I had inherited from my adopted parents was used to rebuild my identity. The vast
lands of the old home stretched far on 10 canals. I had tried to find the sovereignty behind the loving
faces of the old mothers and fathers abandoned by their clans when they had become
unserviceable. The loving and parental affection by which hundreds of them saw me made the
pangs of loneliness vanish. I had found my identity as their protector upon which I was relished with
love care and owning. YES! They owned the long lost unidentified man as their pride …their
GODFATHER son. They owned ME.
I was no longer without an identity .THOSE proud glances and affection identified me. I was unable
to find my own people but instead I was rewarded with many loved ones.
I had found family. Love and ALAS my identity!
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