The Untold Realities.

Chapter Forty Four

#FewWords
Give people time and space to do what they need to do. Stop micro-managing. You can advise and suggest but you can’t force anyone. You can pray for them to be guided and leave the rest to the Almighy.

Recap
"Having friends like you is a blessing, you are like family to me now maybe even better than some of my own relatives but then... that's how the universe works now, the bond of family is weaker than anything when given the chance to be weak"

"I love y'all" she concluded

"Aww, we are loveddd" came Jack's voice from Hammad's phone

"You called him?" She asked

"Of course, he did... couldn't miss such a moment.

CHAPTER FORTY FOUR
Salma's POV
One week after my dad's death, my aunt, Zainab gave birth to premature baby, the doctors said she was shocked and that made her to give birth, she looked lost and lonely, I knew death was painful but my dad's death was a blow to me and my entire life. He died at a time I needed him most, died almost the same day I found out my entire has been a lie, it was devasting and I'd never wish for anyone to go through what I've gone through in the last seven days.

Families and friends left, the one was emptier because even in the presence, I felt it emptiness in me. Zafeerah is one hell of an interesting girl, she managed to always put a weak smile on my face although I just pasted it to make her effort count. Nasir, Hamid and Hammad always came to my house and instantly, Hamid and my uncle, Zayn became friends even due to the age gap, Alex couldn't hangout with his friend Hamid because their headquarters company was going through different problems.

Mr Muhammad Shehu too wasn't left out, he treated me like I'm his daughter, always came to say hi in the morning. The past seven days have made know the importance of family and friends, most importantly, friends who turn into family. On one of his visits, Mr Muhammad Shehu looked at me and said

"Salma, you are very young... about 18 or... plus minus 18 or at most 20..." I just looked at him and nodded

"Andd you've lost your dad at such a tender age anddd that's heartbreaking... really?" As he said this, he couldn't look at me, his eyes immediately roamed about but not at me.

"Every human being you see today... young or old, male or female... they've had life deal with them at some point and that's really okay... it's life and life has rules... besides that as Muslims, we need to believe in destiny, either good or bad..." I felt some kinda peace in me as he continued talking, lastly he told me he was just a call away if I needed anything, at any moment

"I didn't know your dad so much but I believe he's a good man, because look at you..." He smiled and I got his point, in a way though. I assumed he meant my manners or something else, I can't say anyway.

Umm Kulthum stayed with us for six days, on the seventh day, she got a final pay from Mrs Rukayyah, I didn't know what my faith will be because she was back into her business and controlling everything in the house. Her daughter came back on the 2nd day of my dad's death and I waited for her reaction if she was told about my dad not being hers but nothing came...no outburst came and I finally knew she was aware because I tried to talk to her about it, she just smiled at me and walked away.

Back to my aunt, the baby was still kept in the hospital because the doctors said it wasn't healthy to be taken home. Aunt was a bit healthy not as required so she was also in the hospital.

I took a public transport to the hospital with prepared food in a food flask, I had a blue Egyptian style himar on. The world seemed so strange and empty, I never knew the death of one person could make the world so empty.