Salmah's POV
The cries and wails in our sitting room alerts me, I rush there to check what the matter is..
Salmah: Ummi what happened{I asked fearfully}
Surojah: {crying uncontrollably} Hm!!. I am dead oo, your Abbi had left us alone in this fearful world
Salmah: what do you mean by that??
Surojah: your father is no more..
Salmah: you mean Abbi is dea....{she faints}
Surojah:{rush to her side and sprinkle water on her} Subhanallah.. {she coughs and stand up}
Ahmad: you ought not to have tell her, she's a kid.
Surojah: A kid?? Have you forgotten she is about to clock fourteen. If she asks about her dad , what should I say..
Salmah: Ummi why{sobbing}, why did you allow him to go.. why didn't you fight death when it's taking your beloved away??
Surojah: I am sorry {continues crying} no one can question or stop death. Its inevitable.
Ahmad: while you are crying what did you expect Salmah to do??
Surojah: Ahmad you won't understand oo. He's gone forever, I won't see the apple of my eyes anymore.
Many sympathizers and families troops in two, threes and groups consoling them and also praying for the deceased
The janazah take place that evening and Abdullah was buried at the mortuary
People consoles them once more and departs to their various houses, leaving few close relatives
●Light fades●
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Salmah
FantasyStory of a Muslimah who losts her father at a small age How life becomes hard for her 💔and her mother after they were chased out by the relative... How her life changes drastically Find out whether her life changes for good or otherwise in this n...
