How home echoes in him

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White noise, what an awful sound

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The sun rose and the sky shone bright. Brighter than yesterday, a girl who lied helpless on her bed; helpless because of the nightmares surrounding her. She had just woken up from yet another terrifying dream of her beloved father. The father who left her and her family in this chaotic world. A father who was tied by the hands of fate, a father whose demise was written too soon. 

Sometimes life plays cruelly, but that's what life means. It's unpredictable and unknown. A house of happiness got struck by such an enormous storm of mourning and sadness. No one would have thought.

The family who still mourned his death, has accepted their fate, but she could not still. Everyone, the members present at the house knew about her fragile self. All were equally worried. For them she was all the bright colors they ever knew. For she was no longer a bright color... but a sad much more gloomier one. Perhaps his presence was her reason to shine bright; his presence might still be the only thing she needed to shine bright. 

Her tired eyes staring aimlessly at the white ceiling. She knew, she needed to grieve but for how long? How much time can anyone give a mere human to grieve, to mourn the loss of someone who was so much precious than anything else? She needed time to overcome her sadness and to accept the bitter truth of life. Isn't that what everyone has been saying over the years, since the very beginning of this very earth. Life is in his hands. When he wills, he will take it.
Isn't this the foundation of life, everything has to return to him. Even if that means a human, who is given the highest rank above all the living things in existence. She needed time to accept death.

Syra smiles in despair. She smiled in desperation. The shallow smile held the power to break millions around. The agonizing pain, almost as if someone was crushing her heart, mercilessly in its palm. She smiled in agony.

Her form was so melancholic that even the saddest flowers on earth poured sympathy over her.The pity her form had to endure was unbearable. Because one thing that Syra hated was pity. It made her loathe herself and she knew her father wouldn't have wanted that. But how can she, a daughter who was so in love with her father, be okay and not grieve? She had always been a daddy's girl. How can she not cry and be in pain? For her, she lost a piece of her heart, a piece which she wished she could keep forever. Her eyes seemed to be an abyss of despair. Her brown eyes now seemed black. Her face pale and weak. Her hands shaking and her heartbeat slow. She felt an excruciating pain in every core of her. Her heart was bleeding and her soul was shattering. She didn't know losing someone brings this much pain. 

Her whole family was seated in the lounge patiently waiting for her to come and so they could begin the reading of her father's will. Being the only daughter with one younger brother made it important for her to be present. Everyone was calmly waiting for they knew how hard it was for her to come into terms with everything that has happened in the last seventy-two hours. Her whole life changed. Her entire world turned upside down. Who would have thought a storm of deadly chaos would hit the Hussain family. Everything was hard, even the marriage she had to undergo. So much had already happened in the last seventy-two hours that she can not find it in herself to go and hear what was stated in the will.

Standing up, she walked her way to the washroom. Her thoughts all scattered and flummoxed. She stood under the shower, fully clothed, opening the faucet she let the water run over her defeated self. She stood there for a good few minutes before turning the shower off and getting out. Her clothes all drenched. Her being all drenched but her heart was still a wreck. She finally got the courage to change and go down.

While ascending the stairs, she remembered her father and his worn, weary, tired and helpless face came in front of her eyes. Her steps faltered for a moment but she still walked as if in a daze. She couldn't comprehend anything and reached the lounge where everyone had been waiting for her even him. 

Her eyes were emotionless and puffy and her whole being was screaming exhaustion. Her tired form filled her mother's eyes with tears, tears that slowly broke free upon seeing her daughter's lifeless self. A mother who not only lost a husband but also a daughter. A mother whose heart shattered and cried tears of blood. A mother whose precious daughter had to face a cruel reality of life at such a young age of twenty-three. A mother whose hopes were snatched from her and broken into pieces all in front of her own eyes.

Her brother Asfandyar Waleed Hussain stepped forward to console his weeping mother, whose tired and cold eyes were enough to rob people of their sleep. A boy, merely of twenty had to face a loss so great. He knew how cruel this world is. He has seen it all. But that does not mean he was not innocent. He was until yesterday. He was a boy until yesterday, but now he has to become the man of the house; the house whose shine, whose king was snatched. Whose princess was shedding tears of agonizing pain. Whose queen was bleeding tears of helplessness and of devastation. Asfandyar was never the one to be helpless but seeing his mother crying and his sister lifeless, he felt utterly and completely helpless, he felt helpless beyond reach.
After moments of consoling a voice ended the silence. 

"Should we start the reading?" The voice belonged to the lawyer of their family. He waited for sometimes when her mother nodded her head in yes.

"Okay. My beloved wife, my loving daughter, and my brave son. By now you must know that my end has come and I should go. But before that I need you to know that I am a proud father and a proud husband. I cherished this life much more than a person does. So now after my demise I would like you all to know that I would never leave you all unprotected even after my death.
I, Waleed Abbas Hussain, hereby give my only business to sole my son Asfandyar Waleed Hussain. 30 million. And the ancestral house in Lahore.
To my only daughter Syra Noor Waleed Hussain, I shall leave you my favorite vacation house in Swat, my Foundation Light. And 10 million.
To my only wife, Begum Fatima Waleed Hussain, I shall leave you my home in Karachi, our apartment in Islamabad, and 20 million." He finished the will and closed the documents as he passed everyone the papers of now their properties.

She did not want to accept anything but only his life back. However, she knew, she knew no such miracle would happen for she herself had seen his cold body in front of her eyes and how her own brother had buried him.

A whimper left her mouth as her property papers were kept in her lap. She hugged the papers to her chest because it was what her father had left for her, she pressed those papers more into her chest and cried, tears flowing freely from her eyes and no one knew how to calm a woman who was so much in love with her father.

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So here you go! Honestly, I can't wait for people to read this. Thank you for giving this story a chance. I will try my best not to disappoint you.
Yours truly,
Eeman or you can call me Mimi.💕