Malik's POV
Many years had passed,Maya was now a grown woman.She graduated at the University as a lawyer.
She then got married to a very kind hearted man.two years later, they had a son.
Two years later,I played with my grandson,I couldn't help but remember how Muina used to play with maya.
Maya came to sit beside me.
Malik: your mom would have been so proud of you.
Maya':I hope so
Malik:you should know so, your mom loves you no matter what or who you become.She loved you so much.
Maya:I know.She is watching over us dad.I can tell you miss her
Malik:alot.I can't wait to reunite with her.
Maya: don't say that,mom would have wanted you to live happily.You could have gotten remarried.
Malik:nah,she was the only love of my life, nobody could have replaced her.
Maya;but don't say things like that,we need you here,I need you.I lost mom,I can't loose you too.
Malik: don't worry,I won't go anywhere.(she hugged and kissed my forehead.My grandson abdullah joined in and sucked on my face.)
Maya:messy boy(he giggled.He had his mommy's eyes but dad's face.I guess the lineage of my creepy eyes will live on forever)
I stayed true to my words and stayed by my daughter and her family's side.Maya and I always visited muina's grave.Maya was a spitting image of her.
Whenever I missed muina,I would always look at Maya.not because she looked like muina,no,but because she was muina and my symbol of love.She was what was left of muina.
As the years rolled by,I became old.I had dinner with my daughter and family.I then went to bed.This was no ordinary sleep, because I never woke up.
I had died and was ready to reunite with my wife.
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A dieing lover
Historia Corta(This story is influenced by my current condition as I am predicted 5 years on Earth 😢) A short story about muina (my namesake) who is terminally ill and has less time to live.She finds love in farouk who is shocked to find about her current situat...
