Saira p.o.v
Once I left the mall, I was sad and angry. I thought of a place where maybe I might find some peace. I went to the graveyard and I looked for her name. After a few steps I reached it.
I made some dua for her and prayed for her soul to rest in peace. I put my hands on the stone that had her name was written. My eyes had tears, I couldn't cry loud nor scream but let it flow silently.
I questioned whether the dead also have peace?.How could dead be able to reply. I just sat there. As I remembered those moments when my mom and I used to be happy even though the person who would complete our family left us all alone.
The memorable times was when she and I would spent hours chatting about everything and even made a long list about everything little did I know my mom was suffering and she managed not show it.
