Dear Tayajaan,
I called you and they told me you weren't responding. They said you were in a comma, and they told me to keep praying. Tayajaan, I don't believe what they say... I know you have always been here; how can you not come when your daughter cries for you?
I look at the starless sky tonight and keep wondering where it is that you are hiding. I know you're out there somewhere, my mind refuses to accept I'll never see you again and so I wait to catch a glimpse of you.
My dearest, my nearest, how beautifully you define a whole part of my life and how carefully you held it in the palms of your hands. How can it be you'll leave me just like that? Can you leave without thinking of us? I know you can't. And so, now I know our loved ones never forget us when they die. If you had forgotten me, I would have known it in my heart. You are thinking of me, somewhere out there, I just know it.
You always knew so much about life, and I was proud of your wisdom. Allah blessed you with a wonderful life and gifted you with respect. I'm happy you lived your life to the fullest. Now, as I let you go, I pray Allah takes good care of you in the afterlife too.
Tayajaan, I love you. Did you look back at us as you left? Look at me, I'm alone here... In so many ways you never knew before and now I'm sure you know. Will you not come back and hold me? Come back. Don't go somewhere we might not be able to follow.
With all the love in my heart,
Mehreen.
My Uncle passed away this evening. He was an amazing person gifted with kindness, honesty and astounding level of intelligence. Though he spent more than half of his life outside Pakistan, his genuine love for his family never made us feel he was far in any way. He loved me dearly; and all his life I enjoyed being the favorite niece to my dearest uncle.
With a heavy heart, I watch him walk away, slip right through my hands like sand, helplessly. At 75, he left us.
May Allah bless your soul. Ameen.
