*MY WORLD*
EPISODE 25
Khadijah's POV
Right in front of me,was the face of the greatest man I've met in my generation. That man,who goes all down to teenage times,only to make me smile. That man,who had a solution to all my problems in different ways. That man,who is Part Of Me. That man,whom they all call Khadijah's Gentleman. That man is now gone,only for us to meet again in jannah Bi'ithnillaah. That man,was now facing me,but not talking,not moving. What hurts more,is knowing,in this life,he would never talk to me again,neither will he smile. He would never hug me again. I won't hear his cheesy lines again. Honestly,I don't wanna be without him. I want to be with him in every condition. Right now,if death could have taken me along too,it will be pleasing if I will be with dad. You will never understand!
I talked to him...explaining everything to him,how we play together,how we were always sticked to each other. How we were partners in crime towards mum. How we hide and eat some of the food that he buys,just to tease mum and Fatimah. How we go to the mosque together. How we prayed together at home,how we shared with each other,rewardable actions. How he tells me his problems as if I was a grown up. How proud we are to have each other. Dad shall always be alive to me. For his memories are enough to keep me going. At the same time,they are enough to make me stuck. People die,but I never knew it would be this hard for me to know that Dad is death. I never even thought of it. You Will Never Understand! I swear!
His head rested on my lap...baby Saaleha came to me. She was not old enough to know the pain,but she knows what it is to die.
She looked at me and said "Dad wanted to talk to you so badly....when he talked to you,he slept but they said,he died." She said with all the innocence ever! It broke me inside. Seeing her talk like this,knowing she won't get to be with Dad as much as I had been with him. Even Today,I manage to say Alhamdulillaah. For all the precious time I spent with dad.
Ya Allaah,give my Dad a peaceful rest in the grave. Save him from the torment of the grave. Forgive him his sins and ya Allaah,unite us all in Jannah.
Fatima came some minutes after we arrived and my big sis was sooo so broken. People were consoling her outside. She was not shouting or doing anything. She was just looking at the floor,lost somewhere. I know,lost in the world which had dad. She came and sit beside me,our dad lying in the middle. We hugged each other and it was as if Dad was part of the hug too....infact,he was the hug and all the emotion in it. Words can't explain what we felt. Tears couldn't satisfy our pain. Consolation couldn't fill the empty spaces in our hearts.
Mum was trying to be strong. She was taking care of Sameerah and Saaleha to make sure they won't feel so bad,but whenever they see us cry,they cry too.
"Ya Allaah,keep this family united. With or without Dad,we shall always stick to each other,make each other smile,be each others support and never give up on each other. We are a family in this world....with strive,we shall be family in jannah. Let none of us think life has ended....if dad was here,he would not want to see us this way. He always wanted all of us to be happy,he always encouraged us to work hard,and that,we shall do. Ya Allah,make us family in Jannah....and give us the opportunity to see a smiling Dada...." tears and sobbs "Aameen." Fatima ended. She was motivating us all,mostly,me....we all were in the room and it was time for Dad to be taken.
I saw men matching in to come and take dad away...from me. His soul is gone,at least let me look at him for sometime. Maybe,just maybe,that will help a little. But they didn't stop. Fatima had to come and get hold of me so that they can take dad. I looked at her and started shouting "what the heck is wrong with you? Can't you see? They are taking our father..... our Father Fatima...our Daaaad. My only guy! Fatimaaaa." I lost the strength to push and pull. I just dropped my weight on the bed. The three words of the day are *LET IT GO* with tears.
Jameelah's POV
I recieved a call from big sis Fatima saying uncle Mahmud has rested....I could not believe what I heard. Ya Allaah,Khadijah! She will break. Her Dad is her world. I mean,who will not want a Dad like uncle Mahmud. So kindhearted. He treated me like his own child. With him,we were never uncomfortable. Ya Allah,Forgive his trespasses and make Jannah his final abode.
I took a cab and went to Khadijah's home. I met a lot of people inside their compound. I know she would definitely be in her father's room.
I went there straight away and met Fatima with her.
"Khadizha." I whispered sitting directly infront of her. She looked at me and then realised my presence. She held my hands and made me sit beside her. She looked at me and started talking.
"Do you know Jameelah....Dad won't be heard saying Salaam again. He won't drive me anywhere anymore. At home,my favorite time of the day,is when dad arrives from work and yells, As salaaaaam! And everyday,I always wait hopefully that dad will come and say As salaaaam! But today,no matter how long I wait,dad will never come home and say As salaam!" She stopped....i know my girl was going through a lot. I hugged her and whispered "I understand." Almost immediately,she broke the hug and said "nooo,you can never understand Jameelah...You cannot!" I nodded and she hugged me again. Through her eyes,I could feel she was exhausted but she does not even know. She fell asleep in my arms. I made her lie down properly,kissed her forehead and went outside. My heart breaks seeing Khadijah break.
***
I was sitting on a stool outside,thinking of my innocent bestfriend and all the troubles she is encountering at such a young age.
I remembered what I wanted to tell her about that prick who was planning to hurt her. Now how will I tell her that? She needs some time to heal. It's Friday today,I dunno whether Khadijah will go to Uni on Monday. I will be staying with her here till sunday inn shaa Allaah.
I went to the room and Khadijah was still sleeping. I went and sat beside her and just then,her eyes clicked open.
"Jameelah,do you know,in my sleep,I dreamt Dad passed away." She said and I felt my heart thud inside my chest.
"It's not a dream dear...it's the reality." Her eyes which were full of hope looked disappointed. I wish I could help.
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Days passed quickly and it was sunday evening. Yesterday,Khadijah got a little better and her baby sisters would even make her giggle momentarily. She is a strong girl. Her sister Fatima also played a great role in motivating her to be strong. Her pretty cousin sis Zainab was also around to keep her comfortable,alongside Aunt Hawaa. Mummy Zainab was going through a lot! She never tried to smile in these days,it must be super hard for her.
After everything,Khadijah agreed to go back with Aunt Hawaa. She tells herself "I'm gonna make Dad proud" and smiles. That line,keeps her going. On the outside,she shows that she is strong...but in the Inside,I know she is sooo weak,but with time,she shall get stronger. Both Fatima and Khadijah were being strong for Sameera and Saaleha.
She kissed her baby sisters a goodbye. Hugged her mum a goodbye. Fatima,her berahalf,she hugged her tight and they whispered some things to each other and smiled. Khadijah,Zainaah and I took the back seats while Aunt Hawaa sat at the front alongside the driver. I will be spending the night with them instead of the hostel.
The journey was a quiet one,we reached their in a half an hour. We headed directly to the room and we all lied on different corners of the bed. I got up and brought some snacks because we were definitely hungry.
We ate and I volunteered to read a story just to make sure Khadijah does not start thinking and getting emotional again.
She enjoyed the story and there was a part which made her laugh so hard.
Adhaan was called for Maghrib and we all prayed. Just then,Aunt Hawaa called us for dinner,we ate a little since we all weren't very hungry.
We went back to the room...offered our Isha' prayers and went to sleep. Tomorrow is a school day.
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