Who am I ? Where am I ? Many questions bubbled onto the surface her mind as she opened her eyes. At first she couldn’t see anything, her vision was blurred with a thin white sheet of mist.
She was laying in a small room. A dim yellow light was trying to make her vision clear but it couldn’t. She tried to move her arms and after struggling for a while, they were in a position to let her sit with her back resting along the headboard.
A bouquet of withered old flowers was resting on the side table along with a tray of tablets. A fan was running slowly on the ceiling which could produce no air but only an unpleasant noise. Her bed was white colored, made of steel. Soon she figured out that she was in a hospital. But why ? What happened to her ? She searched for wounds on her body but couldn’t find any. She tried to move her body off the bed but she wasn’t able to move it. She tried to call out, words stuck in her throat.
“Yes my darling I will take you both to the zoo in the evening” She spoke in her soft voice wrapped in love while driving the car.
“But we want to go now Mama” Both her twin kids who were the world to her were insisting.
“Today is your first day at school my Love, you can’t skip it. Mama promises you that she’ll take you to the zoo”
“Okay pinky promise?” They both forwarded their tiny hands with cute smiles on their faces.
She smiled and touched their fingers with her’s and kissed them both on their foreheads. She had tears in her eyes while watching them enter the school gate….Tears that are precious like white pearls in the ocean….like a mother’s love….like the first rain…..pure !
She turned back and was crossing the road when suddenly she felt herself in the air….the ground beneath her feet was gone and her mind blacked out.
“How the hell am I supposed to let her live in my home?”
“She is still my wife, why can’t you understand that? Doctors said there are 1% chances of her coming out of the coma and that 1% chance saved her like a miracle.Where the hell is she supposed to go now?”
“I don’t know anything. I have given my 15 years to this home. I have been taking care of her kids for 15 years and now she is here to take control of my home? I can’t let this happen ever”
“She is not in a position of taking control of your house. She is on the wheel chair for God’s sake!! Let her live in a corner of our house. She won’t interfere in your matters, I guarantee that ! I know her……”
She heard a loud sound like someone has thrown a plate on the ground…..And she heard the rest of that too.
“Yes my love“
“Can we be more happier and satisfied than we are now? Can life be better than this?” She was staring at the countless stars on the dark black sky, glittering and glowing like her eyes.
“I don’t think so” He kissed her hand while looking at her and smiled.
“But it can be if you make me a cup of coffee right now?” she stared at his face where a naughty smile and pure love was gleaming.
“Okay but this is the last time”
“My darling wife I love you” He cried and She giggled.
“Why is she here brother I don’t like her. You know mom told me that she was bad and she was never there for us when we needed her. I hate her”
“She was in a coma for 15 years ! She need us now”
She didn’t listen to her brother.
While leaving the room she saw her pulling the wheelchair towards her room holding a plate with two burgers in her hands.
She recalled, they loved burgers when they were kids.
He is standing on a freshly made grave covered with red roses. He is crying hard with his hands stretched in the air. Why Allah? Why did you do that to my mother? No one needed her but I did. Why did you snatch the only happiness I had after 15 years? Why? Tears were flowing down his cheeks and collecting on his neck as he continued……
Here lies a wife and a mother who was best of both at one time. She returned to the world to have a second chance but cold truth and cruel realities didn’t let her avail it. Here lies a girl consumed by nothing but truth…Truth that can be like roses at one time and like thorns for the other. As they say,”Truth is rarely pure and never simple”.