Dear God, Sometimes, I wish I was dreaming a terrible dream and suddenly I would wake up to see my parents sitting next to my bed and saying, “Son, well you are never going to improve. I am fed up of telling you to wake up at 5 or 6 am!” God, it’s really hard to bear the pain of realizing that I will never wake up again to see the sunshine and feel the rain. I saw my dead body decaying gradually in that dark hole in the middle of the forest. The sight petrified me! Many people died due to that horrendous war of 2065-2066. However, only a few people might remember that incident. Yet, I still cannot forget it. I was never scared of dying. If I had died for my country and my people, I would have happily accepted my death. But I died in a war which was not for peace. So, I am not able to get over the pain of departing from my people and the world forever. The worst part of my death is that my parents were not there to stop me from leaving my body. They were not there to touch and kiss me for the last time. They were not there to burn my dead body. My poor parents could not even say goodbye. They had desperately searched for me to only know that I was dead. I can feel the tragedy they are going through. Everyday hopeful eyes of my mom search for my shadow, my dad thinks that his son is going to come back and he will teach him how to ride a bike, and my sister cries every night in her bed and begging you to let her see me again and to let her be with me for a whole day. I was not able to accept my death until my last breath. I was waiting to see my mom, my dad and my sister. God, if only you had granted power to a soul to return back to its body, I would have run back to my home and would have given all the happiness to my parents which they deserve. Due to lack of money, my family was not able to afford my further studies. So, to support my parents, I had to join the army at an early age of 19. Was that my fault to be poor and join the army just to send money for my parent’s survival? Should I curse the politics or those anonymous groups of people who killed me and my friends? Or my own fate? I was one of the victims of the bomb blast. Some people, I don't know who they were, dragged our bodies to a nearby forest and threw them inside a hole. I was still breathing then. I was begging for a drop of water but they acted as if they could not hear my shaken voice. How could anyone be so cruel? Just to prove that they are more superior, they kill others. OK, I agree that some humans are indeed selfish and they commit such hideous crimes but what about you? Where were you when your believer was struggling with the unbearable pain? That day not only my body, but my dreams as well as my parents’ hope were also murdered. Was that bomb stronger than my fate, my faith upon you and my parents’ true love? “There’s not any tragedy in life like the death of a child. Things never get back to the way they were.” -Dwight D Eisenhower Time may heal anything but it can never heal the misery of  parents who have lost a child to a war. The day you return my mom’s faith, my dad’s happiness, my sister’s hope , my lover’s last love and my best friend’s joy, I promise to leave this world and go to the world where souls are supposed to roam around. God, my ultimate words for you are: Forgive me for all those mistakes I might have committed just to protect my country. Prove my dad’s belief wrong. He thinks that many young boys and girls will die in such wars but our governments will remain nonchalant and money-hungry. You could not save me but never let any parent lose his/her child in a war or an accident. Make my country a land of peace and happiness where children will live happily with their families. Also, let all the soldiers and armies live a life without any fear. Finally, grant me the power to leave and help my family. I will always trust you no matter what. Your believer, A wandering soul.