He couldn't sleep that night and by morning, he woke up with a severe headache. It was only the will of Allah that had taken him to the mosque for fajr prayer and after he was back, he took some pills and slept. Even though his sleep was disturbed with dreams and nightmares, he was feeling much better by the time he woke up.
He sat down on the bed for some time, reminiscing the conversation he had with Hajia and wondered how that was possible. And it was, since Hajia would never have lied to him. He didn't know what was going to happen now, what he would say, what he would do or how he would even be able to live after this. It would be difficult, he knew, but he would live through it. Just like he had lived through Hassan's death, he was sure he would be fine with this too.
He got up aft
