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The Story of a woman with dreams in her eyes


After a very long period of time, I decided to pen down my feelings. Decided to write about what’s happening around me. Yeah, I know people got zero interest in others matter, but if this is relatable to their stories then they do show some interest.
This isn’t relatable to yours and May Allah doesn’t do this to anyone, anywhere.
This is the story of a girl full of dreams in her eyes. She dreamt to become a wife, and she got married. She dreamt to become a mother, she became a mother of 2 children (Boy and A Girl). At the time she had everything. EVERYTHING…
BUT
You know what life isn’t just living it has some phases and most of these phases are way harsh and unbearable which might hard to tackle. She felt down and she went to a Doctor (The “maseeha” of helpless people) and the Doctor said, “You have heart disease”. OK, she replied. She was the master of being OKAY.
The Doctor gave her the medicine of some high doses to cure her, BUT when that "maseeha" do a little mistake then it will cost someone's death. SHE WAS NOT ACTUALLY SUFFERING BY HEART DISEASE. Those high doses cause her the failure of the stomach as well as liver and then she actually became a heart patient too.
Now her heart and liver both failed to continue. AND SHE DIED (24/01/2019)
The story isn’t just ended, I’ve hundreds of questions in my mind which teases me in every single moment.
What was her fault???
Why this cruel word didn’t think about the kids she left behind???
Why our maseeha become waja-e-maot??
Who holds the responsibility of her murder??
Who will cure the deep wounds of those kids whom she left behind?
Who will give those kids “the mamta”?
And the list goes on…
CAN SOMEONE ANSWER THESE…!!!
NO…
In the end, I just want to say that there will be some sort of wisdom behind this all. So DEAR ALLAH please give her family enough patience to recover back which is quite impossible to forgive what has happened to their daughter and MAY ALLAH grant her the place in Jannah.
The end is written for everyone but this kind of end is quiet unbearable.

                                                                                                                                LIFE NEVER ENDS…

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