Another very short story

A New Grave

Written by Abdul Haleem Brohi

There was a sharp turn on the road. I glanced over the meter. The car was going at about the speed of 80 km per hr. I looked ahead and suddenly saw two huge, bright lights approaching at a fast speed. Within a moment, these two lights ran over me and entered my eyes and my car’s engine, pushing the steering wheel towards me, was all over me. My thoughts slipped. But then … I got out of the car and stood by it. It was a huge truck which had crushed the car and had pushed the remains of it, off the edge of the road.

Next, the people started gathering and shouting. And I started to move back. When I reached my mother’s grave, I realized that it was a miracle to stay alive after such a horrible accident. And then I saw my mother. She was standing near a new grave and was looking at me. This grave was not there before. My mother started smiling and I understood that this new grave was mine. 

PS. I was taught logic by Abdul Haleem Brohi as he was a master of Aristotle's work. But he defied it completely in his own work.