A sudden memory flashed in Rehman’s mind—he remembered how, years ago, Sarfaraz Sahib had refused to believe him and had left him all alone.
Shaking off the pain of that memory, Rehman looked up at the elderly man before him.
"Sir . . . please forgive me," Rehman said, his tone laced with bitterness yet deeply respectful. "Your friend’s son died on the very day he was buried alongside his father. What stands before you now is merely a living corpse, bound to complete a few remaining tasks."
Sarfaraz Sahib asked gently, "I see . . . Then may I ask if I might fulfill my late friend's final wish? Do you remember what that wish was?"
"I remember it all too well, Sir," Rehman let out a cold, weary sigh. "My father's last wish was for me to become a good person . . . a great man."
Sarfaraz
