" I don't wanna blink, cause I am afraid to miss even a second of your cuteness"
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I throw my head back while laughing out loud at the girl who is hiding her face in the pillow.
"I didn't know my wife has over thinking problem" I speak between...
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Jannat's pov
My parents where 'The Idol' couple in everyone's eyes, because how much ever they quarrel they make it up quicker than anybody could imagine, they are admired for being together Always, maybe that is why they are lying just beside each other even after closing their eyes forever.
Evil eye is real and it is terrible—I can clearly see it.
Maybe Allah loved them so much that he didn't want one to suffer when their other half is gone so he called them together—that's lovely, but what about their kids, not even adults we are just kids one is 19 and the other is 6 too young to be in this world all alone with some relatives whose fakeness is clearer than transparent sheet. They do not even hide their love for my father's balance.
Those who think it's better to show what you feel than stabbing behind your back, I would agree with the other—looking at their daily annoyed face which clearly tells your a burden in just two week after my parents death is way better than one day stabbing us and give the pain at once instead of dealing with the same pain everyday.
Ammi loved roses Abbu loved to bring her those so today in my trembling hand are those fresh roses which always made my mother shy, tears of pain, regret, guilt and memories runs down my cheeks but still I manage to bring a soft smile on my lips, telling myself it's true it's been more than two weeks since my parents left me and my small brother all alone in this big cruel world.
People easily say have patience everything will be alright, I do know Allah will make it right but when my Ammi's and Abbu's body wrapped in white shred is right infront of me how could they even say that? Two big pillars was snatched so easily from under my legs and they say have patience? How could they even utter such words?
I wish having patience was as easy as it slips out of their tongue.
"Ammi Abbu, I love you" I whisper out the words between my sobs, I do love them, that is why its hurting so much, breathing out I wipe my tears, these stupid tears even though they are my eyes they never obey me.
"Ayan is doing fine, after a long break I've sent him to school today—" I smile to myself thinking about my brother before telling my daily routine and what I am planning to do to the dead ones who can never hear and surprisingly it felt really good.
"I'll be leaving now, don't want to get late on my first day on work, you know how punctual your child is" I mumble getting up and dusting my black Burkha which is covered with dust and waved my hand towards their grave before taking a last glance and walking out.
On my way I see the old watchman of the graveyard staring at me, when my eyes meets his he grins for some reason—that smile was creepy as hell yet my legs take me towards him and my hand moves towards mu wallet, handing him 20$ which he takes with big grin and waves at me as I walk away from the old man.
