Yesterday, one of the B bros left us. He's my age.

When I was much younger, I've always thought death would only reach you when you're 80 (or 45 in Afghanistan). I didn't really think much about dying then and when I actually did so, I always gave myself the assurance that I was still a long way from death and that it wouldn't come so soon.

And then I grew up and learned that death can possibly reach anyone of us regardless of old or young, fit or not. I've had a friend whose young cousin just collapsed in bed and passed away. He was a very fit dude and he had a bright future ahead of him. I've had a friend who perished in a bike accident. She was going to get married the week after the accident. I've had an acquaintance who drowned to death while undergoing conscription. He was just 24 then. I've had a friend whose girlfriend passed on when they were still in their teenage years. I've had another friend whose friend got into a road accident which cost him his life. He was around my age.

Now, I wake up everyday thanking God my heart is still beating and my loved ones are still by my side.