Slowly, one tear, then two rolled down my cheek. I knew that I had to be strong for my family but I couldn't help it. We walked towards my mother, me on the right, Yusrah on the left, while she hugged the both of us . We all cried together for what seemed like years and stood in that position all the while until Dr Yaqub walked in.
"Mrs Sayed, I'm so sorry for your loss,May Allah make it easy for you and your family.My mother looked up at him but didn't say anything, he mouth betraying all of her thoughts and her iddah period beginning.
"JazakAllah for your concern Dr Yaqub, but my mother can't talk right now." I told him
"Please make me maaf Mrs Sayed," he tells her. "AssalamuAlaykum then, Yaamin, Yusrah. "
As I walked over to check on Yusrah, her head in her hands out of sheer exhaustion and worry, I heard my mother muttering something.
"Oh Yusuf why did you have to leave me now, why while I'm pregnant with our child?!"
"You're what?" I asked surprised.
"I'm 4 months pregnant, your father and I were going to name him/ her together but our Rabb had other plans."
"For surely Allah is the best of planners," Yusrah and I said together, a verse my father used to always repeat.
"So is it a girl or a boy?" Yusrah asks with a smile, which slowly fades away as she looks at my father's corpse. My mother understood her distress and said "We'll worry about that some other time, after we Bury your father," she paused then continued "Yaamin, Call Uncle Sulaiman and tell him what happened, he'll get ready with the burial plans. Right now, I need to get home."
After driving Mom home I called him.
"Jee Wa'alaykumus Salaam. I heard" he told me after answering on the second ring.
"How did you find out?" I asked, curiosity killing the cat.
"It isn't exactly best to keep the news of the death of my blood brother away from me." All that time I spent worrying about Ummi, Yusrah and myself, that little did I realise the severity of the situation to my father's siblings. "I'm at the hospital, the 'hearse garage' will be here anytime soon."
The hearse garage...😂😂😂
《6 years ago》
Years back whenever Yusrah say the white van that they used for burials she'd always scream over and over again "Bhaiya (brother) the hearse garage, they're coming!". The only thing that got her to stop screaming that was for my father to pretend he was kidnapping her. It only made her giggle in joy, but then again anything was better than screaming 'hearse garage' when our walls were paper thin.
#Back to the current moment:
After the call to my Uncle, cars started piling up, The Sardiwallah's, Docrats, The Yusufy's etc.
Just then, I saw her...
Her black scarf laced with sequins, her plain black abayah was loose fitted and her tiny black pumps due to her petite frame. ♡
Yumna 😍
Astaghfirullah
It was my father's mayyat and here I was fantasising about the girl I would probably never get.
Yusrah stood at the door of our house welcoming people in and when she saw me she screamed waving me over "Bhaiya?!"
"Jee Yusrah?" I asked while slowly turning around, to check if anyone noticed that. Yumna looked at Yusrah and I with a slight chuckle. JazakAllah khair ya ukhti (May Allah reward you abundantly dear sister.) ~Note my sarcasm.
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SpiritualitéYaamin is a 19 year old boy who has just started attending University. Nothing in his life could be more devastating than the death of his father. As Yaamin is going through his father's belonging's there's is something that he finds that may change...
