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Letter Forty-Nine

Before you blast on me, I have a reason to write this story. Perhaps read the dedication once again ;)

19th October 2020

Dear Hayati,

I have a hunch that you will arrive today. I honestly don't even know what to write also. You know when I heard your voice, I knew for a fact how I missed you. Now you will be here soon. In shs Allah. We can watch our Hana's performance. We will go out together, as a complete family. We will laugh together and do many things together. Yayyay I am soo excited.

And I would be waiting you till you come. Since I have lot to say, so I will end here.

Take care

Yours Truly

Waleed the very happy boi.

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Waleed emotions had no bound. He had been rambling to his five year daughter who was squealing having no idea what her father was telling to her. Hana just laughed when her father was over excited.

A call had interuppted him and without seeing the caller ID, he picked up.

It was from his mother.

" Mama, I received Haneen's voicemail a few days ago. I have a hunch that she is coming today. Mama you have no idea how happy I am-"

"Waleed.." a sniffing voice came from her side and all the joy from Waleed side died.

" Mama, why are you crying?"

" Just...just come home ...with...Hana..
Please..."

Waleed took no time in getting Hana ready. He thought that his mother was lying and Haneen had arrived there, planning to give him surprise.

Upon reaching there, he did get a surprise. Hana was taken in the room by her grandmother as Waleed fell on his knee.

There laid Haneen in her white clothes and her eyes closed forever.

Crawling towards her, he placed his shivering hand her her cheeks. It was cold. Her face which once radiated with happiness was now ghostly pale. Her eyes, which contain emotion was closed from him forever. Her lips which was soft as petal were bluish gray. Her hand which used to be warm was now cold as ice. Her smiles, her loop sided grin, her dimples were now shut from him forever, away from the cruel world.

"She was in coma for a month. There was an explosion, which had hit her head while she was saving the kids" the doctor kept saying but it was the least concern to Waleed.

His Hayati had left the world while saving others.

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The Funeral prayer was held. Haneen's death was marked on 20th October 2020. The same day where both had tied knot, smiling happily. It was the time where Haneen would be buried deep down the ground carrying nothing but all the prayers and happiness and the white cloth placed upon her.

The same white cloth which she wanted to wear on her anniversary.

A child first bath was done by someone else and his or her last bath is done by someone else, so why do people carry their pride and arrogance and hurt others feeling. Making a lot of money, having a lot of accessories and clothes while in the end you depart this world only with one white piece of cloth only.

The world was always a notorious place for a kind hearted people like Haneen. While other feel pity over someone else losses, the person who is facing this has the idea what he or she is going through.

Carrying her body to crement  her, tears obscured his vision. Wiping his tears, he blinked twice and thrice, looking foreward. Haneen's only wish was to wear a white dress on their anniversary. She  asked Waleed to wear white dress. Her wish was fulfilled only to be departed from this world.

There won't be any late talks. There won't be any cuddles. There won't be any teasing. There won't be any laughing. He won't witness any of her smile, any of her laugh, any of her blabber, any of her lame logic, any of her loop sided grin.

There won't be them anywhere. They wouldn't accompany each other. There won't be a time where Haneen would be calming his anger. There won't be a time where Haneen would calm Waleed when he would cry. There won't be them fighting over small matter.

Tears threatened to spill from his eyes but he tried his best not to. Haneen did not wanted him to cry. His hayati did not wanted him to cry.

Waleed knew that Haneen hadn't ditched him. Ditching someone was like abandoning a stash of bag.

That day Hana lost her mother.

A mother lost her daugher.

 A father lost his daugher.

A brother lost his sister.

Waleed lost his Hayati that day.