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As you can see from the title, this is a flashback chapter. I will now she posting Flashback chapters until I skip back to the future.
This chapter was to make you sad. Did it? (^_~)
This chapter also holds reference to my previous book. Many of you haven't read that, but I thought I'll let you know.(^_^)
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14] Flashback # 1
Falak Yusuf was now a single mother of a two and a half year old son who desperately wanted to see his father.
How cruel could life get? She wasn't strong enough to handle all this, she thought. Was she supposed to mourn on her husband's shahadat(1), or was she supposed to care for her son, who was totally dependent on her? After all he was still only a toddler, was he not?
Somehow, she had gotten through the quls(2) and had also managed to see the men take away her Faaris's body for the namaz e janazah(3) and for burial. Falak had also managed to nod politely and at everyone who came to came their condolences. She had tried her best to console her mother in law who had gone hysterical when she heard the news.
How could a mother stand the fact that her youngest son, from three was to be buried six feet under the ground? Falak did not know. What she did know, was that a wife, after losing her parents, could not stand the fact that her husband, her only support, the father of her only son, the love of her life, was to be buried six feet under the ground.
Falak had shifted to Lahore almost four months after Faaris's death, when her iddat(4) had been completed. She had decided to settle there for the rest of her life. This way, she wouldn't be worried about Haider's education too much as good schools would be available.
Two months after that, Haider turned three and only days later Falak admitted her to Army Public School Garrison Junior and she started teaching Physics to seventh and eighth grade in its senior branch. Her qualification came handy.
Although, the money they got from the army was more than enough for the mother and son, but Falak needed a distraction from the never ending thoughts of Faaris that always led her to endless streams of tears.
''Haider, come on. I'll help you wear your shoes." She called her son as she tied the laces of her own.
Obediently, the boy came up to her and let her put on his little shoes. Haider was exceptionally quiet that morning and it didn't escape Falak.
On the drive to the school, Falak asked him.
"Haider, baby, what's wrong?" She asked him, keeping her eyes on the road.
"Mama, will Baba ever come back from Allah ta'ala?" He asked innocently.
"No, Jaan. He is in Jannat(5) now. He is waiting for us there." Falak replied. Her eyes stung.
"When will we go there?"
"When Allah ta'ala calls us."
"When will He call us? Can't he call us now?"
"Jaan, he will call us when he wants, okay?"
"Okay. But, Mama, will Baba remember us?" Haider asks, looking at his mother.
"In sha Allah, Haider, if Allah ta'ala wills." Falak replied.
She desperately wanted to tell Haider to stop asking these questions, but she didn't. She wanted her son to ask and feed his curiosity.
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