Last Words

'Hey come and catch me if you can!' I said cheerfully.

My smile was so big that my cousin was afraid that my face might break into pieces.

A strange familiar bell rang"It must be the phone" my cousin said, it didn't bother us and we started to have fun again.

'My throat hurts, I will go and grab some water', I opened the door and I started to aproach the kitchen.

While I was walking I heard a sad voice ' Sniff, sniff( the voice of sobbing)',it was my mother.I wanted to console her,wanted to stay by her side, wanted to know the reason behind those tears but I knew that if I ask her she'll forcely smile and tell me that it's nothing.

'Maybe all I can do is to leave her alone ,maybe she'll be okay after she let her sorrow vanish in every drop of her tears' I said to myself.

'Hey! Haven't you finished your water' my cousin said

'Yes I have indeed' I replied

'Then who are you waiting for let's play' she said

I left my sadness where I was sitting and we started to have fun again. In the blink of my eye it was night.

My siblings and my mother were all inside,"don't tell Ayesha anything"

"Don't tell me what" I said to myself

Just when I was about to open the lock I over heard the talk " She is just a child, she must not know that shifa is dying"

My hand froze where it was and I said to myself "They are joking, don't listen to them",while my eyes started to shed tears, I knew what I heard was right but it was only me who was afraid to accept the reality.

that was the time when I became a weakest person in my own eyes, I have always believed that there are two types of people, those who accepts the reality are brave and those who can't are the weakest.

I heard everything and the sound of the sobbing tortured me.

"everybody be calm in front of her, and I repeat again don't let her know any thing after all she is just 6, she might lose her nervous system" My mom said, I ran towards the bathroom to wipe the water off of my face

I closed the door and sat in front of it" no this can't be, she can not leave me!"

"knock knock, Ayesha food is ready"

I calmed myself and replied " I am coming"

Days past by and she was getting better, Suddenly the door bell rang " Who's there?" I asked

"Ayesha open the door, It's me Shifa" I rushed to the door and embraced her in my arms,I wanted to let my tears fall from my eyes but I can't so I smiled widely and welcomed her into the house.

After that I listened to every conversation they had without me, While her time here she again got sick so much that we have to move her to another city.

After listening this my eyes couldn't control the sadness and I spilled everything out of my mouth, my mother rejected the reality just as expected but my sister told her to take me with them because I already knew everything and they couldn't hide anything.Because of my exams I and my eldest sister were the last one to visit her.

Me,my cousin and my dying sister was outside the house, a sandy storm started so me and my cousin took shelter but my sister was lost, after it finished we started searching for her and we found a hand in the ground, we both digged and we found out that it was her.

I woke up panting and rushed through the dorms to reach her,"How are you feeling"

"Fit and Fine"she said with her soft tone

I grabbed her hands but they were cold, "How are you fine your hands they are cold"

She remained silent for a while, "Ayesha help me!" She lost her breath and reflection in her eye.

I shouted "Don't leave me! I promise I will help you! "

My mother came and grabbed my hand " She is asleep, She will never wake up and it's not good to wake someone from there sleep."

"Don't you care, how are you so calm?!"

She started weeping and replied angrily "I do care! no we all do, but she is gone"

"But I have to help her!" I tried to loosen the grip but I was so weak.

When my grand pa died I was smiling the whole time,"Mama, everybody was crying but I wasn't, Am I a good girl??"

She replied "Yes you are"

Now I felt the same pain, I knew how much it must have hurt her.
And it's the same even after thirteen years of her death. And when I think of her now, I feel so fragile and selfish that I couldn't even grant her Last words.