“I guess we have something to tell you. But take heart, whatever it is, remember that every soul shall taste death” baba said and to swear Hajara felt something from her heart to her stomach.
“Did my baby die?” She asked worriedly looking at all of them. They muttered a no to her. “Then what?” She asked again.
“Your husband Adnan, died four months back”
A lot of grasp let Hajara’s mouth, she didn’t want to believe. Heck, no way they want her to believe that. Now everything makes sense to her, all the excuse whenever she wishes to talk directly to him, all the excuse they give her whenever she complains that Adnan no longer care for her and their child.
Now she doesn’t know what to feel again, her heart tighten more against her chest. She couldn’t breathe well for a damn well minute. Sh
