On The Wings Of Dream

Epilogue

I wiped a lone tear with the edge of my wrapper and watched as my daughter's shoulders shuddered as she wept.

     "Mammy i don't wanna get married any more i want to stay with you".

I chuckled and hugged her to my bosom.

"Don't cry Imaan we will be communicating from time to time. Just know that your daddy, Adnan, yassar and i love you very much. Be a good wife. I don't want Aseem to complain about you. I know i nurtured you very well and i trust you. Remember, your jannah lies under his feet and unless he raise it will you enter".

   I smiled as i remembered how my Ummi had told me this when i was getting married to Bilal.

"Don't take him as the cousin he is to you obey him, so far it is not against the Islamic law".

  I kept quiet as her sobs filled the room.

   "Salamu alaikum mammy, daddy asked me to call you".

  I nodded at my youngest daughter, Islam.

  I stood up and said to Imaan;

"Your flight is 2:00, so go and get ready".

I said, walking out. I slowly climbed the flight of stairs, holding my knee and groaning due to the pain it was giving.

  I gently turned the door knob and walked in.

  Bilal was sitting on his bed, putting on his socks. I sat down beside him and leaned my head on his shoulder.

"Yaya dai Maman yara?".

He asked.

"I missed my old husband".

I said, whispering in his ears.

"Am not old, am just sixty years old".

  "Of course you are old, and...".

  "Grandmammy!!! Grandaddy!!".

   I heard the loud voice of my grandson, Safwan, as he barged into the room and sprang on us.

"Easy, easy, young soldier. Don't break my old bones!".

Bilal said as the child gave him a toothy grin.

  I kissed the boy's hair and ruffled it.

  "Where are your parents?".

I asked, smoothening his shirt.

"My mum and dad are downstairs with baby Zarah".

  I stood up and picked him in my arms and went downstairs with him.

    I was welcomed with the noisy house. People were everywhere, eating, chatting while the hired maids were working. They all came for Imaan's wedding.

    Yasmin, Adnan's wife immediately dropped on her knees and greeted me.

   After i answered her greetings, i hugged her and Adnan and collected zarah.

  "My beautiful granddaughter is growing fast masha Allah".

   I said and watched as Bilal came downstairs to meet them.

  "She looked just like her great grandmother, look at her hair, like a Pakistani".

  I added, kissing the girl's fair cheeks.

"What time is Imaan's flight?".

  Adnan asked as Yassar came in and sat down beside me.

   "Two".