On September 4th, 2006, I had fallen asleep on my living room couch, being the proud couch potatoe that i am. I was deeply immersed in dreams of jungles, or water, or alot of other stuff that had no meaning to me until my sister had screamed at me from across the room where she sat on her PC.. she looked pale, and peaky.. (maybe it was just my grogeyness from being rudely interupted from my dreams).. she had said to me, "Nasreen! Steve Irwin! Hes dead!". I stared at her then, dismissing her foolish and obviously mislead notion that my hero, the great champion of our planet, was dead.
"DUDE! the crocodile hunter! He's DEAD! Freak accident!", she screamed again. I shook my head and snuggled into my pillow again, forcing my lids closed as a wave of denial washed over my system from my chest outward. Again and again she assures me that its true, she implores me to look it up on my own notebook which laid next to me as it always does, to check her data and to prove her wrong. So, never loving that fact that she might be right.. especially now, i squinted into my screen staring at my Inside Yahoo that poped up every so often when my Yahoo! signs back in.
There it was, a picture of Steve Irwin beside a heading that said "Crocodile Hunter" Irwin dies. No, They're giving me crap. its not true. it must be April Fools or some shit like that. Theyre lieing.
I roll over and go back to sleep. and when i dreamed, it was of freak sting rays that were morbid hybrids of crocodiles, plunging into my chest as i tried to escape. dreams of jungles with things lurking within their pools, and bribes to the grim reaper to let my brother go.
hours later.. i shake my head and wake up. no, steve irwin is not dead. i remmber waking up a few hours before, out of no where and asking Naj to check the newspapers, CNN, or watever to give me SOLID proof that he is actually gone. Naj assured me that its not in the papers, and our cable is down for the time being but the radio said that he was gone. I dont remmber wat i said but i think i told her something about FM being full of shit and that they dont know wat theyre bullshitting.
When i woke up i put on my glasses this time and then squinted back at the screen. maybe i read wrong last time coz i was/am blind as a bat? but, there it was.. the page opened up to an article about how he died, where he was.. everything. i spent a good 20 mins staring at all these articles, reading and rereading them. eventually stared at the map that poped up and showed exactly where he died. and this is wat? less than 24 hours since his death? my god. hes really gone.
i got up like the undead, straight to the shower and drowned myself there trying to think of other things.. call friends, get out of the house.. keep urself busy. and i did.. i went out after that spent a few hours out to truely think things true out in the fresh air..
the thing that REALLY bugs the FCK out of my mind, is the fact that a placid sting ray had stabbed him in the heart. OUT OF NO WHERE! think about it.. steve irwin, champion of our planet. our guardian and reminder of our obligations to mother nature. A man, so full of warmth, love and energy and he caught the entire planet's attention like that! -snaps fingers- A true power, a force of nature. I mean, u can actually feel the warmth he brings out when u watch him on his wildlife shows on animal planet. Ive seen a couple of talk shows where he was a guest on bringing some animals with him, and whenever jay leno would pull a trick on him or crack a joke or some such, u can FEEL and SEE the modesty and blush on his tanned cheeks. that man, was humble. he truely was my hero. He made me WANT to be a full blown environmentalist, to actually go out there and protest and help save the wildlife. to actually think through things before letting some ignorant asswipe torture some poor creature.
I remmber, watching my poor excuse of a cousin net live jellyfish from a beach once and then carve them open for fun. he had over 30 out there on the dock, all carved up and with him holding a knife with a delicious smirk on his lips like these creatures are nothing, just.. things to play with like his PSP or watever.
-sigh- wow, Steve Irwin, aged 44.. born feb 22 1962.. thats a month after my moms birthday.. wow.. he died at his prime. i still dont believe it. how can mother nature, kill off one of her protectors like that? it doesnt make any sense. i guess its karma, maybe .. maybe its fate.. maybe its just pure bad luck.. to be stabbed in the frigging heart! i dont get it. i wont believe it. A grey day for environmentalists everywhere.
if it is true, i give my sympathy and support to his family, his wife teri, and his two kids..
You will forever be immortal, Crocodile Hunter.
Tribute to Irwin
~Nas
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