Asylum Seekers

An unforgettable thunderstorm last night. We had a severe shipwreck and is still now hovering in the lifeboat in the middle of sea, in the midst of nowhere. It was closed, no one ever expected last night tragedy and thought of survived it. Never came into such scenario, a cold shivering moment worse than any nightmare we ever had. Forcing the adrenaline to pump sufficiently for us to continue paddling, keeping fingers crossed, we need God's salvation.

24 hours. Still, no ray of hope.

48 hours later, cannibalistic humanity reveals in action. Three of them, they need to survive, food is the basic demand to keep the breath continue. Left with food barely enough for three, it is time for a fair match between contradiction, conscience and survival. Did I mention the three are indirect brotherhood-chain, they are friends more than just friends.

One is starving now, one is holding last bite of food, one with the last pack for him to survive tomorrow breakfast. Everybody tends to stop talking. The night is cold, thick mist reduces visibility, can hardly see each other even on the meters length lifeboat. Ambiance is tensed, as time tickles, everyone is speculating over each other, doubting who are willing to share the food, even the amount is only sufficient to neutralise the acidic gastric juice acting on the stomach wall, but not filling it full. The one running out of food whispering in thin air, air particles merely vibrate as the chillness has frozen our lips, making it hard to make a sound, even a whisper. The one with most food heard it, but he has a line in his mind "the easiest way to lose a friend when doing sacrificing". He crouches at one corner, cuddles himself like a swirling snake, pretending to be cold and heard nothing. The one with last piece of food walking from the other end, with much care, afraid of the sudden strong wave that may hit the boat anytime, no one wants to drop into the sea and get drown. Finally he saw the starving friend. He kneels down and gives him a deep hug, only by this they will get a little bit more warmth. It is beyond the point of famine, feeling the gastric juice trying to corrode the stomach and making it way down to the digestive track, causing an inflame sensation towards the connecting nerves. No, you can never feel, the well-fed can never understand how the starving suffer. The bone chilling mist and sea breeze is making it worse. It is even harder to make a mumble now. Come close to the right ear, the merely die guy trying to make a sound into the dense mist "hungry". Despite the starvation, his friend took out the last piece of bacon, tears it into two, a bigger piece for him, a smaller for himself. His friend has this line in mind "At extreme, there is one thing more important than just keeping yourself alive, it's the faith you have in your friend".

After the last bite, they both are replenished with some energy for them to keep their vision wide and mind clear. No one has a clock to see how long time had passed, they forgot when they started to fall asleep.

Even if they never wake up anymore, at least they see the true value of what a friend should equipped with. If they are rescued, invincible link is further strengthen along the brotherhood-chain. No one knows what happened to the other one. Even if he survived with his own fair amount of food, he gained few more days to see the breaking dawn, but he has forgotten that he lost the most valuable, priceless treasure on earth - Faith.

And now, the three asylum seekers seek their refuge from God's salvation. Doing self-proclaimed as the best three on earth, but no one ever wants to mention about the story again.