Reflecting on Death

 Reflecting on death, I envisioned this scenario:

The prison guard opened the gate and said, “You can finally go home now.” 
It was then that the prisoner fell to his knees.
“No! Please let me stay!” He begged in his ignorance.

“Are you such a slave?” Asked the prison guard in disbelief. “Such a prisoner, that you want to stay here, when there’s somewhere so much better to go?!”

Yasmin Mogahed