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I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. Within few minutes the door opened and there stood the little boy with a blank expression, staring at my face.
"Miss?" He whispered to himself, but I heard it.
"Assalamu alaikum, Saif" I greeted him politely
"Um...Walaikum assalam, Miss Naureen" he replied
"Won't you invite me inside?" I asked, small smile forming on my face
"Uh....Yeah..Ofcource do come in" he said rubbing back of his neck.
He moved aside, giving me space to enter.
It was a flat, not too luxurious, but well accommodated.
"Please have a seat" he said
I made myself comfortable on the L shaped sofa.
He handed me a glass of water.
A well mannered boy I must say.
"It's okay dear, there's no need of water, I'm fine"
"Are you home alone?" I asked, as I didn't find anyone around.
"Yeah. Dad is at work"
"Oh..okay. You must be wondering why I'm here, won't you?"
He just nodded in reply
"Well, you didn't came to school for a week. I thought you are unwell, so.. just wanted to check on you"
"Jazkallah Miss for coming, but I'm fine"
"Then why didn't you show up?"
"I..um...I...."
He didn't find words.
"It's alright if you don't want to tell, I can understand"
"So, what you do all day when you're alone?"
I asked to relax up the atmosphere.
"I study...and play video games...and......sleep"
"Hm..." was all I could say.
"Is it a open terrace?" I asked pointing towards a large space area near the hallway.
"Yes it is"
"Come let's have some fresh air"
We stood silently for sometime gazing towards the sky. The blue colour of the sky slowly faded away as the yellow ball of fire started to set, painting the sky with shades of orange and red.
"You know Saif, you should never be ashamed of your weakness" I said my eyes still on the beautiful view front of me.
He looked at me with a expression, not knowing what I'm talking about.
"Sometimes we try to suppress our emotions from the world, we feel the world will make fun of us. We pretend that we are okay but the truth is totally opposite." I said
That was the problem with Saif.
He didn't want to show his loss, he didn't want the world to know that he cries. He tried to put up on a virtual mask, with a fake smile, pretend he's all good. And that's why he didn't want anyone to know about his mother's death.
I looked at him. His luminous grey eyes held back lot of emotions.
Emotions full of pain.
He was quite.
"You should always open up. Share your feeling, pour your heart out. It makes you feel better, it makes your heart feel lighter. Wanna try?"
I didn't expected any response from him, but he nodded.
He was on the brink of tears.
"I miss my mum. I don't know how I'm surviving without her. She was everything to me. I don't feel like doing anything, I cannot concentrate on my studies, I don't feel like playing. I don't know what to do. I want my mum back. I want her. I need her." He said as tears welled up in his eyes and began rolling down his cheek.
Bending to his level, I sat on my knees and hugged him tight.
I soothed him, rubbing his back.
"Calm down, Saif. Everything will be fine."
I wiped his tears, caressing his smooth skin.
"Why... did ...Allah.. took my mother.. away?" He said between his sobs.
"Saif, sh...calm down. I know a mother's death is an irreparable loss, but the order of creations according to wisdom of Allah(SWT), demands that every living creature should one day leave this world. He is the maker and the taker.
It's hard for us to handle the loss of our loved ones, but we should Always trust Allah(SWT). He will always be at our side." I explained him
He didn't say anything, just stood there silently.
"I know how it feels when you lose your loved ones, your parents" a lump formed in my throat as I said.
He broke the hug and looked at me with his moist eyes.
"That means you too lost..."
"Yes..I lost my parents, when I was three" I was in the verge of breaking down.
"I was very little to understand about my parents death, my aunt and uncle took my responsibility. They treated me like their own child, I didn't missed my parents very much at that times but sometimes, I would wake up at nights and cry calling for mum and dad. My aunt and uncle used to calm me down. They are always there with me. Allah(SWT)sent them for me." I said blinking my tears back.
"You should trust Allah (SWT), Saif. He will surely heal you. And should always remember your mother in your prayers and make dua that you will meet her in jannah" I said
"So now stop crying and whenever you remember her go down in sujood and talk to Allah (SWT), trust me everything will be fine" I gave him assuring smile.
He nodded at me with a small smile.
" So, will I see you in school tomorrow?" I asked
"Yes. I will come from tomorrow"
"Thats like a good boy" I said as I ruffled his hair.
"Okay. Now I should leave. We'll meet tomorrow in class." I said
"Okay"
"Allah Hafiz" I walked out if the main door.
"Allah Hafiz. And Miss.." He said
"Yes?" I turned to look at him.
"Jazakallah khair for coming and for the sweet words. Truly, I felt better speaking to you." He smiled.
It felt a lot better to see him smiling. I hope my words will work out.
"Wa iyyakum, Saif"
I smiled and was about to leave when I met with the familiar watery blue eyes.
"Miss Naureen, you here?" He asked
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