The Elahim Brothers

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5th November 2013

Dear Fathimah,
                    I apologise, I know you have been desperately waiting for this letter but had bad times altered? The news is but yet still. On our way to the country, grandmother fell extremely Ill, her health could not allow us to resume our journey. We halted at uncle's place that happened to be on our way between. We are here for two months now.
              When we reached here, at first it felt almost like home. I kept wondering why should we stay at some friend's house when we have our own relatives nearby when I questioned; dad did not answer. When Fateh asked if he could live at Aunt's forever Dad said it won't be long when the walls of this house would get smaller. He predicts too well. The walls of their heart are getting smaller.
                Now every meal is a favor, every little help is done by phoning four other people and informing them that they are kind. Are they kind? I do not think so. Has kindness been replaced by favor? And is love a myth?
                  Fathimah now grandmother is fine and I want with all heart to end this favor too. But for how long would I live without a favor.  If my own people see us like a weight then those people are nothing to us.
               Last night when dad told uncle that we will leave to his friend's place just like my brothers, his mouth was sealed with silence and relief. Poor grandma as well wasn't asked to stay. We will leave next week.
            I heard Uncle say that we are leaving for a madhouse. Another day my cousin said that Mr. Elahim is a strange man and to top that the house has only men. He has only sons, five, she said. I feel fear and anxiety then I feel nothing at all.
              I have more so never felt this kind of hopelessness but Allah is Great! I know I should've written to you long back but I feel drowsiness as everything else seems to blur. May Allah bless you Fathimah. Wait for my next letter to inform you about the whereabouts. Then write to me. If possible I would call you, it's been a year since I've heard your sweet voice. Oh, Fathimah when will this wait be over or will we end without embracing each other?
                                 
                                   Yours sincerely
                                     Falaq-Naaz.