THE PAIN OF WAITING

Khadija was the eldest of four girls in the family. Although her younger sister is married, Khadija is still single. Although everyone loved their relationship with Harris, they decided that marriage was enough after both of them ended their relationship. Harris, who has three daughters, initially asked for time to get the two eldest married, but later asked for time to build a small house and release the third sister. By that time, Khadija's two younger sisters were married. Harris now runs a small mechanic shop in Guelph. It took eight years after Khadija's heartbreak for Harris to feel financially secure, even though it was a little rough in the beginning. Can't wait any longer. Khadija's younger sister's wedding. If I go to the country this time, I have to attend that wedding too. If possible, a decision should be made in our case.If you go to the country, the wedding should also be up. If patty, we need to make a decision on our case. Despite the worry of getting to its culmination in the day-to-day wave and the fatigue of sleepiness, Qadija woke up to be very relevant. Yes, there is a rush to the obstacles ahead of his wait for years. The hair was dried and the bed. Just look at the uniethyas lying next. Safina lay around him. She and I were not alone in this house after the weddings of Fatiman and Mubina a year ago. Umma gave her in my hand and was lying on the couch from that day on the journey. I was in the position of Umma who lost the Buddha and the former. I was all Umma and Uppa. So she had a special will for her. Qadija looked at Safina once again with his love spulumbuna heart. The plural is heard in the outside. Uncle Kushnikers seem to be near. Poor. When the petty and brother-in-law died in a superbital, they made their own lives for the four unfly-faced men, and raised their own lives from the place of Uppan without even having a wedding. Everyone is in good sleep and has been lying down when they were in the morning. "Everyone Enite... Enough sleep.. God.. White for time.." Qadija woke up to everyone by shaking and calling when they saw no response despite calling. "Fatima you called them and go down.. Then come and look at Radiavan.. Let me go down and go down.." "Where's Safina ..?" Mubina asked for it with sleep. "Da lie down.." Qadija said he had eyes on the bed. Illello spread no thought to her wedding.. This child left the North Qadija room. Qadija Orthat Sho is when the steps go down the downstream cargovani.. Forgot to look at the phone together.. Will Harris arrive..? Last was called and told that he would go down to the hen at four o'clock this morning. He was told to come straight to here. Something made Harris' memories of her kind. Due to the plural and rush of people, time is not gone. The wedding rush began to tie the routine. The wedding ceremony with relatives was over and began to return one by one. When the bridegroom went down and Safina tied him up for a long time, he felt like a threshold at the age of twenty-seventh without having to conceive. Khadeja remembered that Sheri and Fatima and Mubina had not suffered such mental stress as he had to suffer. All of the relatives began to lay down the reasons.. That's when Mubina and her husband came to Yot, "Iss the ones now..? It was amazing. "I thought one would stay with him for at least two days." Qadija gave them the clue that I would go isolated and said, "I was so thought, but no one there..? No right if you don't go." Mubina expressed his helplessness. Qadija and nothing. For her, Pirake himself came to Fatima and Drusu. "I'm not like this.. There, Shefeek's Ummah is not comfortable. Not only that, but children should go to school tomorrow. He became a lot of leave now by telling the wedding name." Qadijak realized that Fatima was also the event to leave me alone. Everyone has their home, her husband's amenities and umms. Wasn't I Umma himself.? They don't think about my isolation. The sadness that came to the farthest was bitten by Qadija. Are relatives behind the pigmentation of their own blood. "Where is he..? There was Pirac. The ballers were talking. A cuttone asked for tea. Let me give it one." That said she was back in the yard and walked the house's Piracilot. They should see my sadness. Qadija shaved the pain of his heart with no tears. By the evening, the feasts, relatives and locals had gone all over. In that floor, Qadija and his uncle were only a neighbor and a neighbor's Jamailata to help. Two more nearby women were called to clean the house and premises, but when they were cut down for a long time, they were going to do the rest of the work tomorrow. Jameelata went through the bowl of washing and a few other jobs. To Khedija, he felt so isolated around the men who were running in a way to bring man mind and body with the speed of modern times. Qadija fell back into his thoughts. What I expected before these lonely days is yet a void. Harris is seen eight years ago. He was his senior in college. A Silent Boy. The color of the college's football team was the presence of the sport lovers and the worship of sports lovers. The nature of not talking much to anyone brought him closer to him. When the stairs took alone, it was the same step as that he had joined me. He and I were orphaned like me, and an invisible will arose from them. He opened his mind in front of his uncle while sitting on this threshold in a rainy evening that caught love bone. Silently heard the chisel. After the silent on the island, only "Let me see him for tomorrow. After talking to Harris the next day, his uncle liked him very much but... It was not for the uncle to wait until the ancient one was seen. Because you have to look at the younger ones after leaving the wedding.. I said that day that the rest of the time can be considered later. Our wedding desires were growing when the rays of the life of both came down one by one. The situation where everything is over today should talk to him. He was called back in the afternoon, though he did not get when he called in the morning. It was said that the flight was Late and that is why the victim was without the wedding. The phone was cut by saying he could come and see tomorrow. The eldest daughter, I had the same department job, died when the Uppa government was sitting in the garden. Therefore, he taught the uniethy without having to bother his uncle more. Marriage was sent to good families himself. The smallest of it is also over today. He can now overcome his dreams by paying off duties and debts. Let's get back to his likes.. Harris waited eight years for himself to understand his problems with a close understanding.. To think so. Because they demanded that both be held together at the wedding of his younger younger younger younger younger younger younger sister, but I am also the one who had the hope that Safina's marriage was over. I knew my mind that nothing and Harris didn't oppose anything more. So a man is the dream and pride of any woman. The uncle ran in connection with the wedding and was not tired of its fatigue or was blindfolded in the broth chair of Ummracol. Khedijah went close "“Mama.. Look to the food and lie down..." He opened his eyes and looked at her. There is a good fatigue on that face but the smile of the man who has cut it on whatever. "Well but you serve me and I'll come" he said he lowered his voice. When he came to the themes, he noticed. Only one person's food is served. "What's wrong with the hum..?" He pointed it out and asked, "Let me lie down for me.. Sore fatigue.." "But I don't," he said. In the end, Qadija sat down to eat in front of his fateful. Enitu made both eat. The worry of not having Safina in truth was plumbered among them. Orthat was when the Qadija climbed the ladder and reached the top room. Stumped... Where's the phone.. Harris hasn't called yet..? Qadija came to the room and searched the mobile on the table and on the shelf. It's from.. The bed heard the mobile ring from the bottom of the pillow. The noufal is the Carl Cut to go and take the phone and attend. Harris often told me that Harris's playkeeper had their alliance since his early age. When Harris was in the country, one two rows called me on his phone. Therefore I saved the number. The phone rang again when Noufal is at this time. "“Hello.. Nowofel.." "Khadeja... Where were you I've been calling you since the morning.." Qadija felt something to be magnified when he heard the tone of the noufal, full of fear and sadness. "What's up.. What about Noufal. The phone was here in the room and now I came." "“I don’t know how to tell you, Khedija. You have to listen patiently.. Understand.." By the time so, Qadija's heart rate had begun.. Something an embedded started to burn her. "Nafee.. Whatever it is.." "His had a week-to-Haris.. Now here at Mims Hospital to Chick.. Doctors don't say anything..." The satidies seemed like spraying.. The phone fell down from her hand without knowing her. The uncle came up to hear the voice. The uncle saw the Qadija sitting on the couch with his head. "What's wrong mole..?" His uncle asked. "Harris..." She couldn't finish.. By then she seemed to lose her consciousness. That’s when her phone, scattered beneath the bed, was brought to the attention of her uncle. He was quick to pick up his phone and call Harris and was noufel in his head. Noufal explained things. "“Harris is gone... But I didn't tell her that." He stood the inventor without knowing what to say. The appearance of Qadija frightened him. She was murmuring to whatever she was looking up and over the void. She didn't have anything to do when she went to see Harris' body. He wanted to see if a drop of tears had come from her eyes. They were convinced that her manon was wrong. After that incident, Qadija has not yet defended anyone. Her voice hears the outside when she still hangs her uncle and screams. She still lives in front of others as a martyr of the most extreme of the misery.