"Shit I left my phone in the car I'm gonna run down and get it Deans" Harris shouted from the kitchen.
He left our flat. I looked around and noticed that near the door on the floor was Harris' phone. If his phone was here what was he doing downstai...
ANOTHER EMOTIONAL CHAPTER. PLAY THIS WHILE READING.
5th May 2017
Dinas pov
It was 7pm the next day. We had spent the whole day in the hotel, we only had sandwiches for lunch, Harris wasn't hungry . He got dressed and so did I. We both wore black as a sign of respect. I put some light make up on. I was worried for Harris I knew that he was scared for today. I walked in and saw him fixing his hair in the bathroom with a straight face, he saw my reflection in the mirror and he didn't smile like he normally does. I went on my tiptoes and rested my chin on his shoulder.
"Ready?" I asked him looking at him in the mirror.
"Yeah" He mumbled. I kissed his cheek before we both left the bathroom and walked out of our room. We got to the car and Harris opened the door for me, I got in, he closed the door, walked around the car and got in himself. We drove to Waitrose because Harris wanted to buy some flowers. We got out of the car and walked in and went to the flower section.
"Dyou know which ones your going to get for him?" I asked. He ignored me and walked around. He picked out the most expensive, most beautiful blue flowers in the shop then went to pay.
"They're beautiful" I said to him as we were in the queue.
"Chelsea" He replied. "He loved Chelsea, which is why I do too, it was something we had in common" he said staring at them. I understood. He payed and we went back to the car.
We got to the place where he was buried. Heaton Cemetery. Harris parked the car and switched the engine off. He put his head on the wheel. I couldn't see if he was crying or not.
"You okay?" I asked him putting my hand on his shoulder. He sniffed.
"Yeah I'm good b" He looked up. He didn't seem good. I got out of the car myself, closed the door and walked around the car and opened the door for Harris. I held my hand out for him. He held it and got out of the car, he locked the car and walked towards the graveyard. One hand holding mine and one holding the flowers. He was sweating slightly. We walked up and down the aisles of graves trying to look for Omars one, I couldn't see properly because it was dark but suddenly Harris stopped walking. He had seen it.It was time. Time for him to visit the brother he hadn't seen for 17 years.
Harris' pov
I stood there and stared. Dina was behind me. She gently took the bouquet of flowers from my hand and kneeled to place them on the grave then got back up.
Omar Rahim Jung
It stated on his headstone. It gave me chills down my spine. This was where he was, where he layed. Underneath the earth he was buried. But his soul remained up there, with god. I once read that the dead can hear every word you say. This was my chance, to tell him everything. I remained in the same position, staring at the grave.
"I never thought the last day I would see you would be on the way back home from the park. I never thought that the last day I would see you would be when I was only 9. I never thought you would go and a part of myself would go with you" I quietly said.
"There hasn't been a day I dont think about you. Without you I am lost. I have been lost. For a long time now. I know you know the things I have done. I have needed you, needed my big brother to lead me. I needed you to guide me to the right path, you could do that better than anyone else could." I heard Dina sniff, she had both on her hands on her heart and was looking down at him.
"God has taken you for a reason. You were chosen to leave us on that day, but I always feel like it could have been stopped. We all miss you like you will never ever know and if love alone could have saved you would never have died. Stories of us can be told, but from only one percpective. Our memories can be spoken about but never shared. I have a special place for them in my heart." I felt my eyes water.
"I have always blamed myself. But I came here today for closure, Im sorry it has taken me 17 years to do so but its only now that Ive realised that I needed to come here. To speak to you even though I know you can't reply.To be where your body was last placed. I want you to know that I have the most amazing wife and I have a beautiful baby on the way, that I wish you were here to see, but I cannot carry all the guilt with me when it comes. Ive come to leave all the guilt behind."
"Ill see you soon bro dwatch man. soon Inshallah" I felt the tears rolling down my face. I knelt down and cupped my hands together.
"ina lilah wa ina ilayhi raji'oon" I made dua. I stayed kneeling and staring at the grave. I was crying more than I ever have. I only ever cry when its about Omar. I felt the tickles in my body. I felt the slight breeze against my face, although to tell me Omar had heard my cry. I slowly raised my hand to touch the headstone gently, it was stone cold, I then went on to touch the grass and soil beneath it, I felt the prickle of the grass against my hand. I knew he was at ease. I knew he was fine. I got up and wiped my tears.
I looked up at the dark black misty sky.
"Alhamdulilah" I whispered to my lord. "For everything".
Dina came from behind me and rested her head on my shoulder. And we stayed looking down at him.
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