A story filled with laughter, humor and excitement.
Loves comes in all shapes, color and form. It's made out of stone hearted that shapes up our life differently. Loves makes the strong weak, and weak strong.
In this messy and chaotic world, when t...
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Her fingers drummed against the steering wheel as the wind shield moved fast. The sound of the pouring rain was like a background music as she stared ahead. The yellow light lightning up the darkness in front of her. The hell or heaven for some. There was no one around, because it was almost 2 in the morning. She was still wearing the same dress as she bend down and pulled out a piece of clothe. It had always been here since that day. Wrapping it around her head she exhaled. Her heart inside trembled a bit, from the pain and loneliness but she knew she have to face this.
The place of ultimate darkness. But as she wondered if the people living inside this place was given a chance to come out, her heart took that small moment of weakness to confront herself.
She opened her side of the door as the droplets fell on her. Drenching her completely in a matter of seconds. Because it was pouring to the point she could feel every drop of rain in her skin, like a glass cutting through her body. She was grateful for the rain. Because she didn't wanted to feel like she's alone. For the first time in her life, she wanted to hold someone's hand. As she carefully started walking toward the gate of darkness, her gaze stiffened. Wanting to see comfort from somewhere else. She wanted to run away. But she pushed open the door. And the huge metal gate made a sound but opened anyways. The place was eerily quiet. A place, where a piece of her heart lies.
The mud under her shoes making a sound as she followed the pavement as it only led her destination. She didn't knew the way, but she heard. One left, two right and then a small turn. She followed as darkness evolved her, but a small light that lit up the entire place made it possible for her to see. She's never been here before.
The kabar was almost one year old. But in her eyes it looked fresh. Fresh? New and so very small. Just like the size of her bump. She heard nothing, nor did she say anything. She didn't do anything as she stood there. Under the rain, finally meeting her daughter. After one year of abandonment, she came. She didn't come outside when they put her in the grave. From her womb, rather than giving her the newborn, they laid her in this grave. She never even touched her once. She didn't knew how she looked, she didn't knew how small she was. But she just knew that she was her child that she wasn't even lucky enough to see.
As she came to stop in front of that one place, her rigid body fell, as her shoulder slugged as her entity shook, her tears going unknown because of the rain as her hand shivered. She gently bend down. Stepping a bit closer, her heart painfully clenching. It was like she couldn't hold herself up anymore. She sat on the ground. Trying to get closer as she clutched the mud. As if she could touch the baby. She looked around to see the kabar was beautifully surrounded by trees.
Rose trees.
Ayza Maaz Ahmed.
Death: 20 December, 2019
It wasn't even a full grave. Barely a small lump but inside this laid a human. Her daughter. Her daughter that could've been alive today. She didn't knew how she proceeded this information as her throat closed up. Unable to hold herself back from wanting to be in her place, she raised her hands. She joined both of her palm side away as she looked at the grave once again. Her eyes shutting close as she for the first time in her entire life prayed for someone. She didn't even used to pray for her husband. She felt them tremble but she was the mother here. Whatever she seeks for her child, she hopes Allah grants her that. She prayed for her well-being and to grant her the highest of jannah. With some more dua she closed it off.
