Life may or may not be beautiful, but the presence of a loved one makes your life beautiful.
For the past four years, he has traveled many times back and forth, from this foreign country to his own country, but because of this person, this foreign country has begun to feel his own.
He had just returned to Dubai after staying a week in Pakistan.
Across the glass door, he could see her busy in her work, his mouth curved into a smile.
He still remembers when he brought her here four years ago. She was in such a state that he was afraid she might never recover again from this deep grief.
He would look at her every day in her empty eyes, to see a ray of life somewhere, but she seemed to have forgotten to live.
She was like a living dead person. Who could breathe and eat but had no reason to live.
Seeing her in that condition, his chest would be filled with anger and hatred, but he would never let this feeling of his appear on his face.
