How to Die While Smiling
How to Die While Smiling?
Nour Jawad lay down on a carpet of green grass, breathing in the freshness of the dew and the sweet fragrance of the leaves. His face relaxed in peace. For a fleeting moment, he felt connected to nature itself.
But suddenly, an intrusive odor invaded his chest and twisted his face in disgust. 
It was the harsh smell of the nearby industrial zone, carried by the northern wind. Yesterday, the same wind had brought the scent of the sea and the freshness of its fish. How cruelly things had changed
Driven away by his aversion!, Jawad walked far from the factories. His steps carried him beyond the green carpet until he found himself in a barren desert. Yet what did he find there? The sand was burning, flames seemed to rise from the ground, and he could no longer lie down to rest.
“Why is it so unbearably hot?” he wondered. His memory betrayed him with a flood of images—those days when he stretched his arms wide in the desert, embracing the cool breeze, filling his chest with its purity. Back then, the desert was not an oven; it was a sanctuary. But decades later, the same air now scorched his lungs.Was it simply that he had grown older and weaker? Or had the desert itself changed? Then he remembered a terrifying report he had once seen in the media. The report described the Earth as a glass house with a roof full of tiny holes. Each hole was compared to an opening through which the planet could breathe.
The narrator explained that as factories and engines belched smoke, and as pollution filled the skies, these holes closed one by one. And when the last of them was sealed, the planet would suffocate. Heat would be trapped. The Earth would turn into a giant steam bath. Forests would wither. Green carpets would vanish. Animals would disappear. And humanity, too, would wither like a leaf abandoned by its tree.
Jawad thought: “We are living inside a glass coffin. If the wise do not find a solution, our fate is extinction.”
But then he whispered to himself: “You must not die in despair. If you cannot heal the Earth, at least choose how to face its end. Find a patch of green, far away from factories of destruction, and lie there. Breathe in the scent of flowers, not smoke. And when the final moment comes, let your lips curve into a smile.”
And so he wrote these words and titled them:
“How to Die While Smiling?”
🌍 A Final Reflection
This story is not just fiction. It is a mirror of our reality. Every factory that pollutes, every forest that burns, and every careless act against nature brings us closer to the glass coffin .
Jawad imagined, 
By planting trees, reducing waste, saving energy, and demanding cleaner industries, we can slow down the march toward destruction. If we act wisely and together, perhaps we will not need to search for a green carpet on which to die smiling. Instead, we may live to smile—because the Earth itself is alive, safe, and green
