The Soldiers' Father

“The Soldiers’ Father: The Final Battle” They all gathered around her as Daniel called out her name. angel went to the fridge, took a bottle of water, opened it, and sprinkled it on her face. Immediately, she woke up, sneezing repeatedly.” they all exclaimed, relief washing over their faces. As she sat up, still dizzy, she looked at them one after another — then fixed her eyes on patricia and Daniel, who were staring at her with tears in their eyes. Her voice trembled, she said, “Ja… Daniel? Hos… sana? Is it really you? Or am I just imagining things?” Their joy overflowed. Sehrish had regained consciousness — and she recognized them! The three of them fell into each other’s arms, crying uncontrollably. Emmanuel smiled faintly, as did everyone else in the room. Their faces were shining with joy — especially their father, Junaid, whose happiness seemed too deep for words. patrice overcome with emotion, said, “So these three… they are really ours? Our children? Tonight I must perform Mini prayers, to thank Allah for showing me Abusufyan’s children — alive and healthy! Oh, these poor children suffered so much… but Allah has not forgotten us. We will show them the love they never knew. We will give them the happiness they missed. We’ll surround them with care, until they forget every pain they ever endured. And as for those who caused their suffering — by Allah, they will taste the consequence of their evil!” Their father, Junaid, nodded solemnly and said, “Indeed, from this very day, they should start counting their remaining days on earth. The end has come for them. They made the mistake of touching the blood of Macron! , not one of them will escape!” His anger was fierce. papy gently said, “Father, I think the children should go and rest now. It’s been a long day. They need sleep. We can discuss everything tomorrow.” Junaid agreed, turning toward the triplets, who were still clinging to each other in tears. Clearing his throat, he said softly, “My children, cry if you must. I will not stop you. You deserve to cry — for you have been wronged, oppressed, and deprived. You were taken from your real father, torn from your family, and punished for sins you never committed. Some people, blinded by hatred and greed, destroyed your lives…” He paused, struggling to hold back tears. jack sat quietly nearby, head bowed low. Guilt burned inside him — as though all of this was his fault. Daniel, the twins Irfan and antonio, and the others stood silently, their arts heavy with pity. In that moment, they all felt a deep affection for the three children. Meanwhile, Aunt Washington sat in a chair, tears streaming down her cheeks. Haris tried to calm her, but she pushed him away, shouting, “Leave me alone, Haris! My heart burns! My Abusufyan’s children were treated worse than animals! I will never stop cursing David — that hypocrite, that wretched man! May God curse him and all his lineage, even the soil of his homeland! May Allah destroy him for what he’s done! david, that fake man — once he used to kneel before me to greet me, wearing those ragged robes and cheap slippers. We treated him like a monkey, and he looked at us as if we were fruits for his taking…” She rambled on bitterly, pain filling her voice. Then she sighed and said, “Oh, Abu… if only she could see this day. That stubborn girl, with her fiery temper and her big ears like a wild animal — I used to pull her ears, but she never listened! Now she has paid the price. Who knows where she is now, poor soul?” Junaid finally spoke: “Sehrish, you and your sisters should go to bed now. We’ll talk again tomorrow.” They stood up, greeted everyone respectfully, and left the sitting room for their bedroom. Sehrish felt disoriented. Everything seemed like a dream. How did angela and Jahad find her? How did they even know where she was? Inside the bedroom, they stopped and faced each other — their faces glowing with indescribable joy. Jahad, weeping softly, said, “Sehrish… so we finally meet again in this world? We missed you so much. We cried for you. Life was cruel after we were separated, but no matter what happened, we never forgot you. Every day we prayed you were alive and safe…” Hearing this, Sehrish burst into tears. Jahad pulled her close, and angela wrapped her arms around both of them. They stayed that way for a long while before lying down together on the bed, still holding each other. Finally, Sehrish spoke: “Tell me everything — how did you find me? Why did I lose contact with Grandma? And how did I forget about you completely? I know I wronged you, but please forgive me…” She reached out to touch Hosana’s face gently, noticing how her eyes had changed color — and in that instant, she realized that they were the same girls Marshal Omar had taken in. Now it all made sense. Jahad began to narrate everything: how angela threw away Grandma’s phone in Masai, Grandma’s death, their time in the cell, their encounter with Marshal Omar, their stay with Aunt Katsina, and later with Aunty Bab. She told her everything. Sehrish cried until she nearly fainted. Fever gripped her body — especially after hearing of Grandma’s death and the suffering angela endured. Her head pounded painfully. She rolled to one side of the bed, covered her face with a pillow, and wept until she fell asleep. Jahad and angela lay beside her, silent — each lost in her own pain. That night, none of them truly slept. Fever burned through their bodies. No one in the house could eat dinner; everyone was weighed down with sorrow. Later that night, Azmee quietly opened their door and saw the girls asleep — tears still wet on their faces. Her heart broke for them. She watched for a while, then closed the door gently and left. Elsewhere, macron lay awake on his large bed, unable to sleep. He had showered, but his mind wouldn’t rest. He hated injustice — yet he now felt like part of the cruelty himself. Sayyadi’s wickedness boiled his blood. “If Emmanuel ever falls into my hands,” he thought, “I swear he’ll taste his punishment.