Living Funeral
A living funeral is not a ceremony of death — it is the moment a person realizes that a part of his soul stopped breathing long ago. Some events in life are so cruel that they force a person to witness his own funeral while still alive.
It becomes the greatest test of courage: to keep struggling for justice while deaf ears join hands to protect each other’s crimes in the flowing river of corruption — Lahoo di Nadi. The first requirement is to shield yourself for a long battle. No one has time to read your story or listen to your sorrow in the hour you need them most. No one is trained to face sudden brutality committed by those who behave like mad dogs under the mask of respectability.
But remember — the Almighty always stands with sacred souls. Only He tests the truth inside you. It is your inner honesty that becomes His message, giving you the strength to wait for justice. And that time always comes. Even conspiracies cannot touch your soul — for the soul is the true journey of life.
Yes — December 17, 2025 is my 3rd. Living Funeral.
You all are invited.
Not to cut a cake, but to spare a moment for my story.
On 4th July 2022, I was assaulted.
My long beard was insulted.
“shoes” send circulated on social media — not by outsiders, but by the very people who pretend to be respected in society: black snakes in white uniforms, and a Mercedes man from a business company.
I was not just wounded — I was cut to pieces. And then came another act: “pen of pain” twisted in newspapers. They even targeted my family, forgetting that stones thrown at the innocent eventually bounce back.
This 17th December will mark my third Living Funeral.
I will be grateful to anyone who accepts this invitation.
A minute of silence will be observed at 11 AM, for the moment I received the call that an FIR was registered against me, while the rapists of minors and the looters of public wealth walked freely.
KL JIT WALIA
