Continued from Fiction Story: Sehaj And Sabba Blog 6
Daima was observing Sabba feed her granddaughter. Baby Sehaj was
laughing out loud when she purposely missed opening her mouth while Sabba tried
to feed her. The sound of the innocent laughing baby was a constant sight for
her sore eyes. It felt like she had her son with her, she could see his dimples
in his daughter, the same golden curly hair. She terribly missed her son!
It's almost 4 months that Farhan has passed away, Sabba's iddah is
coming to an end. Daima felt a dread thinking that she will have to let Sabba
go to her parent's place after that. In fact if she was to be fair, she should
also let Sabba re-marry. She felt a tight knot in her stomach. Faizal had
stopped taking any interest in anything and everything. He felt like a body
without a soul. Not even his beloved granddaughter could hold on to his
attention for more than a couple of minutes.
"In this condition, I
should be the one who should do the right thing and take a decision which will be
for the good of Sehaj Betiya"
thought Daima.
"Sabba, I know this may not seem to be the opportune time for us
to be discussing this. But after the iddah is over you can go and stay with
your parents, if you wish to." Daima saw the flicker of pain in Sabba's
eyes.
"Nahi Ammi, I do not wish
to go to my parents'. I should have never gone there in the first place, I
still can't understand why I went there during that fateful day. Allah has
punished me Ammi, I have lost everything - please don't ask me to go. I don't want
to leave this place cause Farhan's presence can still be felt". Sehmat had now started crying miserably and
Daima felt all her resolve to be poised crumble down.
Both the ladies were bawling
their eyes out, finding solace in each others' embrace. Both feeling excruciating
pain of separation from their beloved. Both of them going to emotional trauma
which seemed insurmountable, both of them hating their lives and the vacuum
that Farhan had left behind.
To be continued...
Disclaimer:
This blog series is a work of pure fiction. Only names, characters, free
images, events and incidents are the products of the author’s life experiences
at various times. Total resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or actual
events is purely coincidental. Author in no way wants to hurt anyone and is
just attempting some creative writing.
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