**”Bismillahir rahmaanir raheem”
-in the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful-**
Hanzalah sat at his desk in the study room completing the homework assigned to him today in school. The school he attends gave far more homework that he’d expected. Its as if the teachers basically just read through the notes and expect the learners to just understand what’s going on.
He wasn’t used to this. He was used to naseema explaining everything in detail and she wouldn’t give up until he understood everything completely.
He really missed his mother around. She was the live wire of the family.
He loved his mother so much and couldn’t even imagine life without her.
He thought of some of the kids at school and how they spoke about their mothers. They complained about their mothers persistent nagging and they even used words like ‘tannie’ when they address their mothers.
He just found it despicable. He wished that he could have said something to make them realise how valuable their mothers really were.
But then again, he understood the value of his mother because of the situation he was faced with. Probably if his mother wasn’t given cancer, he would also be talking about her like everyone else.
He wanted to scream out to the world to value their mothers before something fatal happened to them.
Habeeba was feeling it too. Not having naseema around made everything and everyone in the house morose.
Everyone just walked around aimlessly like zombies.
And when its finally time to visit naseema in hospital, everyones suddenly energised, excited and full of glee.
They make he most of their time with her laughing and showing a positive attitude.
Naseema would always tell them that when they ever visit a sick person, they should never talk about depressing things.
She used to say that people like to tell the sick person about so and so who died from a similar sickness or so and so who’s suffering from something worse etc etc.
Naseema taught them to motivate an ill person to get better. Give them a reason to live and be happy.
This she taught them long before she found out about her cancer.
Seeing his wifes beautiful face was always a breath of fresh air for abdullah.
He loved his kids and tried to look after them the best that he could but he knew that he could never be as good as naseema was.
She just knew when everything needed to be done and how everything needed to be done. She was a perfectionist in that regard.
Naseema was enjoying sabreens company. Even though she was old enough to be sabreens mother, you would never say. They became so attached and sabreen found it so easy to talk to naseema and tell her all her fears and naseema always seemed to give the most comforting advice.
Sabreen and naseema were busy giggling their heads off about some silly incident that nasEema had encountered before in her life. Naseema loved telling sabreen all these weird encounters she had when she just came to south africa and sabreen loved to listen.
Naseemas english was very basic when they moved to south africa so many times she would go places and misunderstand what people were saying.
but its amazing how much she had learnt in these years that she’s spent in this country.
“Do you miss your homeland?” Sabreen asked curiously.
“I miss my family. my siblings, cousins, friends.. But not enough to want to go back. I’m so settled here and life here is so free. No-one interferes with your lifestyle or how you want to do things. Well atleast that’s how it is for me and my family.” Naseema replied.
The 2 of the them were deep in conversation when they were interrupted by naseemas doctor. She greeted sabreen with a smile and then asked naseema how she was doing..
“I’m as fit as a horse. I’m feeling much better. I hope you’re here to tell me that I can go back home?” Naseema asked hopefully.
The doctor drew the curtain around naseemas bed for some privacy.
“Mrs gujiwala… I hate to be the one to tell you this, but I’m afraid we’ve got more bad news”
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